" "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. "What motive have you for concealment?" he demanded. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. After passing Tottenham Court Road, very few houses were to be seen on the right hand, opposite Wardour Street it was open country. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Drummond was telling me about the way old Ferringhall rounded upon them all at the club.
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