ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Will I meet you there?’ ‘Yes, yes, I shall await you. He must be gone to dispose of the body. Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. “Lots of ‘em!” Capes chuckled. She had noticed a twenty year pattern emerging, and funny how opportunity seemed to strike just when she was getting truly anxious.
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