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Lethbridge glanced at his companion. He expected to see a look of surprise on the detective's face, and was not disappointed. Yet though Wilkinson was astonished he did not appear displeased. On the contrary, he smiled and laid his hand upon Lethbridge's shoulder as if to impose silence upon him.
Though it seemed desirable to observe caution, there was no appearance of secrecy about the girl as she emerged from the copse. She sat down presently at the foot of a tree and put on her shoes and stockings again as if she had been engaged in the most natural thing in the world. Then she went off gaily towards her caravan. Wilkinson lighted a cigarette, and turned to his friend.