‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. ” She wondered what to. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. They walked two by two to the car, looking the part of 267 two weary spouses supporting their drunken mates after an all-night bender. This became very interesting. “To begin with, I was—I was in the divorce court. ” He coughed gently. ’ ‘Don’t you dare. She refused coffee, though she knew that anyhow she was doomed to a sleepless night. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. ” The detective thrust his notebook into his pocket. ” She shook her head. You heard her.
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