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The Fugitive Gold
and coming out on to the veranda whispered: ‘Father.’
But his father was not there. In a slightly raised voice he called from outside the closed door of his parents’ bedroom, ‘Father,’ but he got no answer. And in fear he went back to bed.
Next morning early the maid-servant, according to her custom, prepared her master’s tobacco, and went in search of him, but could find him nowhere.
