Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "Call as you please, beloved girl," he cried, "I will not stir till I am answered. “We’ve all been mixing our ideas, and we’ve got intellectual hot coppers— every blessed one of us. Go out there and head him off, will you? Tell him anything you like, but don’t let him in, and don’t tell him Melusine is here. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. Let's talk of this chap. Ennison roused himself with an effort, took a long drink from his whisky and soda, and lit a cigarette. " "It wasn't the fumes of whisky that toppled him out of his chair.
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