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It was quite late the following morning before Paul rose and breakfasted leisurely in his sitting-room. He had a small town flat, not far from the British Museum, where he had gathered together some of the treasures that he had collected in all parts of the world during his travels, for he was a born collector, and, moreover, quite apart from the income that he earned as a journalist, he had ample means to gratify his tastes.
Therefore, the cosy little flat, under the shadow of the museum, was a perfect treasure house of trophies, earned by flood and field.