The Leads 405 XXI. "He's not to blame," said Jack, rising. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. That poor child, trying to escape, and not knowing how. All the same, I don’t admit it. ’ Gerald stood back, and watched her cross the room to the closed French doors. The two great hotels on their right were still ablaze with lights. Nothing seemed to be amiss. For all the enervating heat, he applied himself vigorously to his tasks. “I hope you will not compel me to say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I ever seen him before in my life. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. This was rather too much to expect; for we all know, if Mr.
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