I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. But, since I've seen the friend and companion of my childhood, Thames Darrell, I've no heart for it. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. ” Lucy yanked him into the hidden door to Room 109, a door to the backstage that looked like the entrance to a broom closet. To-night I locked up my flat at six o’clock. I am certainly no ghost. The chair had extension arms over which a man might comfortably dangle his legs.
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