S. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again. ” “Then may I come to the study to-night—after dinner?” “I’m—BUSY!” “It’s important. ‘This from a man who calls himself my friend. She could smell him almost as strongly as she could the new paint on the fire escape walls, along with the wool suit and the weird polyester smell of his wet umbrella.
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