She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her. Sepulchre's clock struck eight. ’ Trodger had started towards the stairs, signing to his men to get behind the lady.
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