Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. "I am come to render you a service. By a sort of instinct. The man looked hard at him. McClintock says they can't get in there, or at least they never try it. And now take away those cards, and never let me see them again.
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