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He was up at eight o'clock next morning, was dressed and out by nine. An hour too soon. At nine o'clock London is seemingly awake, but with its eyes still closed.
He walked from Sloane Square to Charing Cross and then on to Fleet Street, arriving at White Lion Court a few minutes after ten. Martia had not arrived yet, but the senior partner, Miss Beaman, was there -- a capable, middle-aged woman who received him and held him in talk till the arrival of the junior.