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"
You
've
got
them
here
?
"
he
asked
sharply
,
and
drew
a
long
breath
when
I
whipped
the
little
book
from
my
pocket
.
I
said
nothing
of
the
contents
.
Then
I
described
my
meeting
with
Sir
Harry
,
and
the
speeches
at
the
hall
.
At
that
he
laughed
uproariously
.
"
Harry
talked
dashed
nonsense
,
did
he
?
I
quite
believe
it
.
He
's
as
good
a
chap
as
ever
breathed
,
but
his
idiot
of
an
uncle
has
stuffed
his
head
with
maggots
.
Go
on
,
Mr
Hannay
.
"
My
day
as
roadman
excited
him
a
bit
.
He
made
me
describe
the
two
fellows
in
the
car
very
closely
,
and
seemed
to
be
raking
back
in
his
memory
.
He
grew
merry
again
when
he
heard
of
the
fate
of
that
ass
Jopley
.
But
the
old
man
in
the
moorland
house
solemnized
him
.
Again
I
had
to
describe
every
detail
of
his
appearance
.
"
Bland
and
bald-headed
and
hooded
his
eyes
like
a
bird
...
He
sounds
a
sinister
wild-fowl
!
And
you
dynamited
his
hermitage
,
after
he
had
saved
you
from
the
police
.
Spirited
piece
of
work
,
that
!
"
Presently
I
reached
the
end
of
my
wanderings
.
He
got
up
slowly
,
and
looked
down
at
me
from
the
hearthrug
.
"
You
may
dismiss
the
police
from
your
mind
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
're
in
no
danger
from
the
law
of
this
land
.
"
"
Great
Scot
!
"
I
cried
.
"
Have
they
got
the
murderer
?
"
"
No
.
But
for
the
last
fortnight
they
have
dropped
you
from
the
list
of
possibles
.
"
