” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. Gerald frowned. Has she any funds?" "She must have. Fresh ground, no chicory, and all the rest of it. “I have had a trying evening and I need rest. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. But whither The Tigress was bound or who the owner was lay beyond the reach of Ah Cum's deductions.
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