"Speak, or I fire!" "Well, if you will have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She went up-stairs and hesitated between four doors with ground-glass panes, each of which professed “The Women’s Bond of Freedom” in neat black letters. ‘I think you know my affianced husband. There would be no way of keeping her police questioning a secret from the entire neighborhood.
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