" The hint was not lost upon Wood. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. Wood, contemptuously. His face was white. A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. D. "I am sorry.
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