‘I must get a handkerchief. Gerald was conscious of that sliver of irritation again at mention of the name. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. But it would be too risky. "Bring the light, Nab. He has often told me that if he could play sober, he would go to America and reap a fortune. . ’ Gerald laughed. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. There would be no moon.
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