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THE SECRET ADVERSARY
—Holyhead, I think. I'll drop this on the road if I get a chance. Annette told me how you'd escaped. Back up.
"Yours,
"Twopence."
Tommy raised a shout for Albert before he had even finished perusing this characteristic epistle.
"Pack my bag! We're off!"
"Yes, sir." The boots of Albert could be heard racing upstairs.
Holyhead? Did that mean that, after all Tommy was puzzled. He read on slowly.
The boots of Albert continued to be active on the floor above.
Suddenly a second shout came from below.
"Albert! I'm a damned fool! Unpack that bag!"
"Yes, sir."
Tommy smoothed out the note thoughtfully.
"Yes, a damned fool," he said softly. "But so's some one else! And at last I know who it is!"
