"You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. “You will have to eat soon,” he said cryptically. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. It had felt wonderful to pick up the fiddle again. And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. With the aid of a penknife he ripped the shoulder seams and drew out the ten one-thousand dollar bills. If she’s over, he probably knows all about it.
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