Quotation from: Secret Adversary

Written by: Agatha Christie


The silent Conrad produced a length of fine cord. The next
minute Number 14's hands, horribly dexterous, were winding the
cord round his limbs, while Conrad held him down.


"What the devil----?" began Tommy.


But the slow, speechless grin of the silent Conrad froze the
words on his lips.


Number 14 proceeded deftly with his task. In another minute
Tommy was a mere helpless bundle. Then at last Conrad spoke:

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