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"Why not to-night?" asked Jen, sharply. "I should if I were you. Mr. Sarby is in London. Why not wire up to him to bring down a clever man from Scotland Yard?" "Now, my boy, I'm ready to tell--" Here Jen stopped and looked blankly at the wall..
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"Concerning the theft of the body?" asked Jen, eagerly.I tried logging in using my phone number and I
was supposed to get a verification code text,but didn't
get it. I clicked resend a couple time, tried the "call
me instead" option twice but didn't get a call
either. the trouble shooting had no info on if the call
me instead fails.There was
"How do I know who is guilty?" snapped Jen. "I wish I did! I'd hang him or her. But this black wretch and her confounded mistress have to do with the death of my poor boy, I am certain."
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Judith was equal to the occasion, as usual. "I'm tired of your enigmas," he cried, angrily. "What is it you wish to tell me?" "Patricia's spouting again," remarked Judith with the serene cruelty of extreme youth. "I didn't mind, because I'm used to it, but I guess Bruce is thankful you didn't keep us any longer, Elinor." "Now you're safe and sound, with no bones broken," said Griffin, as Patricia sank down on the roomy couch. "You're a nice one, you are, scaring us into a blue fit just when we were about to blister our paws with applause for the heroine of the day.".
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