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We went back into the house and Maud, with a smile at me, said:
"Keeley, I asked our super-sleuth, March, to scout around for a stray copy of that book that has in it the story of The Nail, and Graysie, here, is mad at me."
"Nonsense!" I cried, "I'm not. But I daresay there were some thousands of copies of the book printed, and if, when and a