I knew it. Glancing at each other, they rose from their seats and ventured to address the captain. He was beginning to think about her inordinately. ’ ‘Don’t start arguing again, for God’s sake,’ snapped Roding irritably, dragging out his own large pocket-handkerchief. 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. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean.
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