He had not been successful as the world counted success; the fat bank-account, the filled waiting room of which he had once dreamed, had never materialized except in the smoke of his evening pipe. If ever the denouement came—if ever the Hand reached him—Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her tender advances. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. They were loath to admit to the public that the case would be closed in a few years for sheer lack of forensic evidence. Save my seat. ’ She waved towards a handy table to one side which was piled high with so many volumes, it looked in imminent danger of crashing to the floor.
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