CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not refer to the episode on the sands of the lagoon. "Vill this do?" demanded the constable, taking the candle from the lantern, the
better to display the narrow limits of the hole. Save my seat. Picked up the photograph, looked at it, handed it back, and never batted an eye!
The act was as clear as daylight, but the motive was as profoundly mysterious as
the race itself. Not a moment is to be lost. ‘You should be. Diane spooned warm apple-rhubarb pie onto the girl’s
plates, topping each with scoops of ice cream. Whenever they stepped from the chairs, he stepped
down. “Hello, Gwen!” said Ann Veronica, trying to put every one at their ease.
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