She saw his face change, how he regretted. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. He would have to sit down here in Canton and wait, perhaps for weeks. “I had those beautiful roses from you on my first night, and a tiny little note but no address.
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