” With a murmured word of excuse she glided away, and Courtlaw, who had come with a mission which seemed to him to be one of life or death, was left to listen to the latest art jargon from Chelsea. ‘I’m a soldier, missie. He never said hello, as if it had become a personal taboo for him. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper. You know all this stuff is insured.
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