’ ‘Can you prove it?’ demanded Hilary. ” Chapter XXV THE STEEL EDGE OF THE TRUTH The manservant, with his plain black clothes and black tie, had entered the room with a deferential little gesture. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back. Pardon what I have said, Madam. works. Why don’t I just go and get the key from Pottiswick?’ Alderley flicked a glance back at him over his shoulder. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. It was rigged up for the occasion as it has been many a time before. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it.
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