Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. “She is marvellously clever,” he said. Aware of Quilt Arnold's mode of proceeding, Jack instantly dismounted, and, instead of knocking, opened the door with the pass-key. ” “It is Number 8, Cavendish Square,” she answered simply. “How’d you know it was me?” He looked conspiratorially into the room for hidden informants.
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