” “I sent a telegram, aunt,” said Ann Veronica. Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. E. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol.
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