He entered it; crossed the room, in which there was only a small truckle-bed, over which he stumbled; opened another door and gained the stair-head. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. “I missed the hour of your release,” he said, “but I was at the Vindicator Restaurant. That’s— that’s my private life.
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