“You were booked of course. ” “I know. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her. "What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?" she cried. Elegant, a little scornful, she leaned slightly against the back of a chair and looked him steadily in the eyes. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. What was the alternative to going home? No alternative appeared in that darkness. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. Only a book detective could dope this out. Anna raised her eyes. You don’t understand.
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