Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. ” He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. ” “You can’t be that,” said Ann Veronica, wisely. Framed in one of the square ports of the packet was a face which reminded Ah Cum of a Japanese theatrical mask.
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