CHAPTERXII
THEECHOOFALAUGH
ColonelMcIntyretrampedthedeserteddiningroominexasperation。
Nineo’clockandthetwinshadnotcometobreakfast，norwasthereanyevidencethatMrs。Brewsterintendedtakingthatmealdownstairs。
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