‘So this is Pottiswick’s French spy. "Set your prisoner free!" returned Wood. She dropped the manuscripts and swiftly brought the coat to him, noting that a button hung loose. I want you. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. And here he was, but a hundred yards away, this wastrel who trailed his genius through the mud.
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