Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters. A thing which had mystified her since childhood, a smouldering wonder why it should be, and until now she had never felt the urge to investigate. Proof? There is someone who might be willing to help. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. ” “Yeah, I think she hates you, hon. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. F. . And if she was ever found living in the area like that, homeless, John could somehow find out.
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