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“Never mind. I'll speak to McClintock to-night and see if he won't take us for a junket on The Tigress. The vast area in front of Westminster Hall was thronged with people, and it was only by a vigorous application of their staves that the constables could force a passage for the vehicle. The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. But from the—the economic point of view you’re a very young and altogether inexperienced person. What was the fellow doing in this part of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington? The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign.
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