Hanging on the wall was a temple censer, bronze, moulded in the shape of a lotus blossom with stem and leaves—deadly as a club. Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him. ’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. So was I, in fact. "What's the matter?" he cried. His two wives have been here.
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