. ’ ‘That’s just it,’ said Joan Ibstock shamefacedly. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog who bore the name of Rollo unflinchingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his diurnal tubbing. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked, throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. ’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me.
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