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‘
It
is
them
,
’
exclaimed
Wardle
.
‘
By
heavens
,
we
’
ve
found
them
.
’
‘
Hush
!
’
said
Sam
.
‘
The
Vellingtons
has
gone
to
Doctors
’
Commons
.
’
‘
No
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
Yes
,
for
a
licence
.
’
‘
We
’
re
in
time
,
’
exclaimed
Wardle
.
‘
Show
us
the
room
;
not
a
moment
is
to
be
lost
.
’
‘
Pray
,
my
dear
sir
—
pray
,
’
said
the
little
man
;
‘
caution
,
caution
.
’
He
drew
from
his
pocket
a
red
silk
purse
,
and
looked
very
hard
at
Sam
as
he
drew
out
a
sovereign
.
Sam
grinned
expressively
.
‘
Show
us
into
the
room
at
once
,
without
announcing
us
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
‘
and
it
’
s
yours
.
’
Sam
threw
the
painted
tops
into
a
corner
,
and
led
the
way
through
a
dark
passage
,
and
up
a
wide
staircase
.
He
paused
at
the
end
of
a
second
passage
,
and
held
out
his
hand
.
