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Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. You won't mind if I empty this gin?" "No. “It seems so unfair,” she said, “to take all you offer me and give so little in return. ’ ‘You mean Valade? Don’t be downhearted. “Have you killed recently?” He was curious, scared. ‘Silence,’ hissed a voice in French. “I feel justified then,” he said, “in annexing his chair.
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