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Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. Just one thing more. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. In the '80s such a dress would have indicated considerable financial means; under the sun-helmet it was an anachronism; and yet it served only to add a quainter charm to the girl's beauty. No idea that you were here, though. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. Sebastian rose from the tomb. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. She chuckled. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death.
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