They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls. The detective rapidly sketched the appearance of the room in his notebook, and picked up the pistol from under the table. "Good-b'ye!" And with a cordial shake of the hand he took his departure. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not spoken. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. A door slammed.
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