“And to-night we are friends?” “We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from him. CHAPTER XXV Spurlock pushed back his helmet and sat down in the white sand, buckling his knees and folding his arms around them—pondering. . Spurlock understood that his vantage would be temporary; the Wastrel had been knocked down, not out. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a detective. '" "What is that?" she asked. . ’ ‘Eh? Why did you not say so, man?’ demanded Hilary crossly.
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