Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. ‘Pardon, milor’,’ said Valade, ‘but Monsieur Charvill, he was not at fault. Jack tried it, and found it locked. Near by stood Ah Cum and the young unknown, the former protesting gently, the latter insistent upon his demands. “Did you tell him?” Capes smiled faintly.
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