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"There now. Nobody 'ud believe it. An' yet I saw it." Maurice dropped on all fours and started wriggling through the rough stubble, sighing in relief as he reached the desired spot. "And knowing that in spite of his many short-comings Pennsylvania Scroggie wouldn't deliberately rob young Stanhope of the property, providing he knew for sure that his uncle had made the young man his heir, you made up your mind to blow Spencer's safe and get hold of the will yourself—supposing it was there, and so make sure of your own little rake-off.".
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