The chance had gone. The door popped open with a sigh. ’ ‘Now then, missie,’ began the sergeant severely, ‘just you hand over that dagger. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace.
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