I had a hunch. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. But Melusine was a little inclined to like this side of the major. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going.
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