Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy. “Believe what, Michelle?” Lucy asked. “I believed that he was the great multi-millionaire. He stood back, smiling with an air of proprietorship, and looking about him at the business-like equipment of the room. She crushed the letter in her hand. “I’m going for a long tramp, auntie,” she said. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair.
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