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When Blake turned his back upon the moorland farm house half a hour later he had that pair of blue spectacles in his pocket. He had taken them up casually enough, with the suggestion that they might be of some use to the police, and Mrs. Whiddon had made no objection. She was not, of course, aware that she had parted with what might prove to be a valuable clue.
"Well, good night," Blake said. "I don't think you need worry more."