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I accompanied him along the corridor to a private sitting-room at the end, numbered 88, and adjoining which was a bedroom. There he placed the suit-case upon the table, and taking a piece of paper scribbled a receipt.
"Better post that on to Rayne at once," he suggested. "My wife will be here in a moment. We'll have lunch later on."