The Secret Adversary

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sheet on the table.

"Tuppence----?" faltered Tommy.

"Read for yourself."

The typewritten words danced before his eyes. The description of a green
toque, a coat with a handkerchief in the pocket marked P.L.C. He looked
an agonized question at Mr. Carter. The latter replied to it:

"Washed up on the Yorkshire coast--near Ebury. I'm afraid--it looks very
much like foul play."

"My God!" gasped Tommy. "TUPPENCE! Those devils--I'll never rest till
I've got even with them! I'll hunt them down! I'll----"

The pity on Mr. Carter's face stopped him.