Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. ” “Your ideas of fairness—” he remarked, and discontinued that sentence. Presently the odour of burnt powder mingled agreeably with that of the incense. Good-bye, for the pressent—ha! ha!" And, laughing loudly at his own facetiousness, he quitted the Lodge. There was. Hope you ate light before you got here. ’ He only laughed.
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