Lucy sighed. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Will I meet you there?’ ‘Yes, yes, I shall await you. “You can count upon me, Nigel,” she said. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House.
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