Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew him out of the crowd. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. I rarely set foot in London these days. Playing became a way of escape.
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