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ship which must convince the most sceptical."
"Yes," said the Archdeacon, "isn't it?"
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"Chloë," said Dunkle, as they drove away from the Vicarage in the Bournville limousine, "Chloë, my dear old root, I regret to inform you that your venerable father has this night shown himself to be the slimiest kind of a snake in the grass. A foxy old clerical if ever there was one—that's him. You wouldn't believe how far-sighted and execrable he's been. Now, listen," and he told her plainly what the Archdeacon had told him he had done.
Chloë screamed with rage. "What a vile mind he must have!" she exclaimed. "No one but a very evil old fellow would have thought of safeguarding himself in such a way. Show me a man who fears
