Chapter XVI THE DISCOMFITURE OF SIR JOHN Sir John looked from one to the other of the two sisters. Or did he? Perhaps he had found another. “Wild horses—not if they have all the mounted police in London—shan’t keep me out. “I missed the hour of your release,” he said, “but I was at the Vindicator Restaurant. You must know that. He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered.
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