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"Miss Blair, sir," announced Glave next day just before noon, while I was sitting alone in my room in Great Russell Street, smoking vigorously, and utterly bewildered over the problem of the dead man's pack of cards.
I sprang to my feet to welcome Mabel, who in her rich warm furs was looking very dainty and charming.