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ago?’
‘Lord Alloa,’ Sir Walter said, reddening with anger. ‘It
was not,’ I cried; ‘it was his living image, but it was not
Lord Alloa. It was someone who recognized me, someone
I have seen in the last month. He had scarcely left the door-
step when I rang up Lord Alloa’s house and was told he had
come in half an hour before and had gone to bed.’
‘Who who -’ someone stammered.
‘The Black Stone,’ I cried, and I sat down in the chair
so recently vacated and looked round at five badly scared
gentlemen.

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