‘They’ve got ’er on the next floor down,’ said Mr Knapp. ‘I didn’t find ’em at first. The bloke with the red beard is all alone in a sort of drawin’-room they’ve got lower down. I come back, an’ as I reached the second floor I ’eard a sort o’ guggly noise, an’ I found there was a long room that runs the ’ole width o’ the ’ouse, along the front. It ’ad a kind of ’arf glass over the door, a curtain coverin’ it. That’s ’ow I missed it goin’ down. I nipped up on a chair an’ ’ad a look.’ He paused, and his voice when he…
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