THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
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"So!" said Chloë. "We can now converse." She pulled a packing-case out of a corner of the cellar and sat down on it. Dunkle remained standing beside the Archdeacon ready to drive the toe of his boot into the unfortunate clergyman's side, should this become necessary.
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By now the Archdeacon's eyes had become accustomed to the illumination which the electric torch provided. It was not powerful but it sufficed to show him that he was in a windowless room about twelve feet square, the walls of which were of whitewashed brick, while its floor was of cement. In one corner was piled a heap of wine cases, hampers, soap-boxes, biscuit-tins, bottles and other rubbish, and this was all the furniture.
