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"Well, to cut a long story short, dear old Miss Marguerite," said

Bones, leaning confidentially on the table and talking down into her

upturned lace, "I must find the whereabouts of a certain rascal or

rascals, trading or ly, to the best

of e and belief, as the----" He stopped and frowned "Nohat the dickens was the nae, ostrich, bat, flying fish, sparrow--it's sos you eat?"

"I seldoirl quietly, "but when I do they are the

eggs of the co his head "No, it's--I've got

it--Plover--the Plover Light Car Coet the best et two private detectives, or even three Set them to

work at once, and spare no expense I want to knoho's running the

coate the matter myself, but I'm so fearfully

busy--and where their offices are Tell the detectives," said Bones,

war around the motor-car shops in the West

End They're bound to hear a word dropped here and there, and----"

"I quite understand," said the girl

Bones put out his lean paw and soleirl's hand

"If," he said, with a tremble in his voice, "if there's a typewriter in

London that knows uerite, I'll eat my

head"

On which lines he made his exit