The Pit Prop Syndicate by Freeman Wills Crofts
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with the number plates? What's the idea of that?"
"I don't know. But all the same I'll take my oath there's nothing wrong about the timber trade. It's no go, Hilliard. Let's drop chasing wild geese and get along with our trip." "I feel very like it," the other replied as he sucked moodily at his pipe. "We'll watch for another day or so, and if we see nothing suspicious we can clear out." But that very evening an incident occurred which, though trifling, revived all their suspicions and threw them at once again into a sea of doubt. Believing that the Coburns would by that time have returned, they left the launch about five o'clock to call. Reaching the edge of the clearing almost directly behind the house, they passed round the latter and rang. The door was opened by Miss Coburn herself. It happened that the sun was shining directly in her eyes, and she could not therefore see her visitors' features. "You are the gentlemen who wished to see Mr. Coburn, I presume?" she said before Merriman could speak. "He is at the works. You will find him in his office." Merriman stepped forward, his cap off. "Don't you remember me, Miss Coburn?" he said earnestly. "I had |
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