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Mr Peter Punditt nipped out of his little newsagent's and tobacconist's shop in West India Dock Road, carrying in his hand a large, damp sheet, smelling strongly of the press. This he carefully pasted over a demurely complacent contents bill of _The Telegraph_, and then stepped back to look at it in the grey incertitude of the Limehouse twilight. It read:
/ PUNDITT'S ONE-HORSE SNIP / _One Penny Daily_ / Is Away from Everything / Who Gave / PAINTED LADY / GOLD CUP?