You don’t understand. At a little after five, on that day, four horses dashed round the corner of the Old Bailey, and drew up before the door of the Lodge. “No, you weren’t bad in the slightest. “Why?” he asked, suavely. ’ Gerald raised his brows. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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