‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. For so far she had kept it uncashed. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. Her husband had a great deal of respect for Sebastian as well. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. Upon what this instinct was based she could not say; she was conscious only of its insistence. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay.
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