“Which one?” “The Miss Pellissier in whose rooms you were, and who sings at the ‘Unusual,’” Courtlaw answered. As she crossed the square, almost within a stone’s throw of her lodgings, she came face to face with Courtlaw. Before his departure, he gave his assistant a glove. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate.
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