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Shotbolt, the head turnkey of Clerkenwell Prison, and Mr. . “Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. " Mr. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil. How will I protect myself if you do not?’ ‘If you will only confide in me, I will be happy to protect you,’ Gerald said cheerfully. Acquainted with every part of the jail, Jack well knew that his only chance of effecting an escape must be by the roof. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. ‘Gabbling and muttering in a foreign tongue, that’s what I heard, sir,’ had declared the gap-toothed ancient, when he told them of the initial foray he had made, sneaking around the house in the dark. I'll see.
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