” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. " "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. ” “You what?” she repeated incredulously. ‘I did not think so. " "Ah. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. D'ye hear how the wanes creaks on old Winchester House? We shall have a touch on it ourselves presently.
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