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Not all the investments of Bones paid dividends. Some cost him money. Some cost him time. Some -- and they were few -- cost him both.
Somewhere in a marine store in London lie the battered wrecks of what were once electro-plated motor-lamps of a peculiar and, to Bones, sinister design. They were all that was left of a great commercial scheme, based upon the flotation of a lamp that never went out.