Gerald exchanged a puzzled glance with his friend. Last week. I struck him across the face, jumped out and went back by train to Paris. I spent this afternoon in detention. She was not quite clear how she should find it, but she felt she would. So long. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses.
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