The handwriting was Tuppence's. Tommy appreciated her quick-wittedness in realizing that he might be staying at the inn under an assumed name. He snatched at it. "That's all right." The man withheld it. "What about my ten shillings?" Tommy hastily produced a ten-shilling note, and the man relinquished his find. Tommy unfastened it. "DEAR TOMMY, "I knew it was you last night. Don't go this evening. They'll be lying in wait for you. They're taking us away this morning. I heard something
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