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CHAPTER I
It was a few minutes after half-past four when Anthony descended to the street and reentered his car. Through London he drove fast; clear of it, terrifically. Always, when he found himself disturbed, he sought consolation in speed. It was preferable to be on a horse; but the car was better than nothing. Besides, was there not work to be done?