‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm. ‘But a spy I am not. " Trenchard took up a pen. Not a word was uttered for some time, nor any sound heard except the stilled sobs of the unfortunate mother. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. I know life. The swelling in his limbs had also subsided. “It was best for me to know. It fits your style.
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