ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. You, sir,” he added, turning to Brendon, “had better take my card round to the police station in Werner Street and ask that Detective Dorling be sent round here at once on urgent business. Put your arms around her and tell her you love her. The pistol fell to the floor. You must say farewell to her, for I cannot. Here would be a woman perfectly unrecognizable, strong, ruthless but just. Don't ask any more questions.
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