His hands reached under her skirt. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. Best assured of that. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. The kindly faced landlady had failed to catch his name, and said he was a tall, handsome gentleman with a great black mustache. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. CHAPTER II. The popcorn dwindled to a half a bucket, his heart settled into its normal routine.
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