- Bliv medlem
-
Log ind
Du er ikke logget ind
Log ind Opret dig - Kurv
Du er ikke logget ind
Beskrivelse
"Eh?" Arkwright laughed grimly. "Perhaps you thought of it yourself, then-I'll admit you're capable of it," he nodded, reaching for a cigar. "But it so happens you hit upon my family's favorite name for me." "Mary Jane You mean they actually call you that?" "Yes," bowed the big fellow, calmly, as he struck a light. "Appropriate -don't you think?" Calderwell did not answer. He thought he could not. "Well, silence gives consent, they say," laughed the other.
