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Shortly after the events which I last narrated I happened one sunny morning to be walking down Oxford Street. I had just come back from an interview with a firm of motor manufacturers. They had made me an offer and I had refused it. As I was walking along I found myself touched on the arm by a girl of about my own age. She was extremely well dressed -- much better dressed than I was; and in appearance she was not altogether unlike me, except for two points -- she was exceedingly pale, and her expression was one of acute anxiety.
"Will you help me?" she said.