’ ‘But me orders, sir? Are we to—’ ‘Gad, but that’s her,’ interrupted Roding suddenly. Noiselessly, his booted feet stepping with careful restraint, he started forward, signalling to Roding to follow. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. Anna’s face however was wholly impassive.
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