What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. They had not to tarry long. The aunt laughed.
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