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Hollis led the way farther along the alley, between high, black, windowless walls, and suddenly turning into a little court, paused before a door set deep in the side of an old half-timbered house.
"Queer old place, this! " he remarked over his shoulder. "But you'll get a glass of as good port or sherry from this chap as you'd get anywhere in England -- he knows his customers! Come in."