‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. I should be sorry if Shotbolt got the reward. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. So I fear there's little chance of any one getting it. It was perfectly logical. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial.
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