Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. With a gesture which was without any kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure on the floor and gave the room number. On examining the door, he found it secured by a large rusty lock, which he endeavoured to pick with the nail he had just acquired; but all his efforts proving ineffectual, he removed the plate that covered it with the bar, and with his fingers contrived to draw back the bolt. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face. Stanley. Still, he was puzzled because McClintock had not spoken. “I want two words—with Miss Pellissier alone,” Hill pleaded. I'll be with you in a jiffy.
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