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MY uncle's house in Jermyn Street was quite a small one-five rooms and an / attic. "A man-cook and a cottage," he said, "are all that a wise man / requires. " On the other hand, it was furnished with the neatness and / taste which belonged to his character, so that his most luxurious friends / found something in the tiny rooms which made them discontented with their / own sumptuous mansions. Even the attic, which had been converted into my / bedroom, was the most perfect little bijou attic that could possibly be / imagined. Beautiful and valuable knick-knacks filled every corner of / every apartment, and the house had become a perfect miniature museum / which would have delighted a virtuoso. My uncle explained the presence / of all these pretty things with a shrug of his shoulders and a wave of / his hands. "They are _des petites cadeaux_," said he, "but it would be / an indiscretion for me to say more."
We found a note from Ambrose waiting for us which increased rather than / explained the mystery of his disappearance.