Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. " By Wild's advice, the usual constabulary force was greatly augmented. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. “Is it any one you know?” Brendon asked. She glanced into her companion’s face, and she saw there strange things. ” “Go ahead. ” Michelle sat in a yogi’s posture on the cold plywood, her eyes closed as if meditating. She turned a resolute face southward. He must be gone to dispose of the body. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. He reached the top floor and ran down the corridor to the little dressing room at the end where he had lost her before.
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