Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. “Have you much ability?” asked Ann Veronica. A nine days’ wonder is soon forgotten. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there.
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