“I wish they did,” he said, “but they don’t. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. He’s dead. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. His voice when he spoke was almost fiercely assertive, but there was an undernote of nervousness. After the dance, they went to a party. She threw the bags of marijuana and a tiny bag of white powder he had in the sewer, unfortunately they were his only worldly possessions. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday.
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