Chapter XXII AN OLD FOOL Lady Ferringhall made room for him on the sofa by her side. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. “Not too bad. You have somewhere to go to in London, I hope. "Aha!" exclaimed Jackson. His car, a black Alfa Romeo, waited at the end of the subdivision. " Without another word, and accompanied by Thames, he then took his way to Dollis Hill in a state of the deepest depression.
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