The Wharf by the Docks - A Novel by Florence Warden
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"However, that doesn't matter to you, does it?"
"Well, yes, it does. You come here as a messenger. Now, I want to know your credentials." "I don't know what you mean. I live with Mrs. Higgs. She makes me call her 'Granny.'" Dudley at once became strongly interested. "Live with her, do you, and call her Granny? I've never seen you when I have visited Mrs. Higgs." "I've seen you, though. I've seen--" She stopped. Dudley's hand, the one Max could see from where he stood, moved convulsively. After another short pause, Carrie raised her head, and their eyes met. Each evidently saw something oddly interesting in the face of the other. "I shall have to make some inquiries about you," said he at last. "Very well. You can go and make them." Her tone was matter-of-fact, but neither impudent nor defiant. She did not seem to care. "This Dick Barker, who has been nabbed, as you elegantly express it, is |
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