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That same afternoon Dick Jervoise had stood for a considerable time watching at the long window of his sitting-room in that great block of red-brick flats at Castelnau, on the Barnes side of Hammersmith Bridge.
The view across the wide reservoirs and up the Thames beyond old-world Chiswick and its Mall was one of the most extensive and picturesque in the immediate environs of London. His were cosy quarters. He had chosen them for two reasons; first to be near Owen, whose surgery was in Bridge Avenue, just over the long suspension bridge, and second because it was an open spot, with plenty of light and fresh air both back and front. His rooms were not extensive, but quite sufficient for the simple wants of a bachelor. The sitting-room was a square, good-sized apartment papered a dark red, with well-filled book-cases, a big, old-fashioned sideboard, whereon were two or three pieces of antique silver, and in a corner a large, roll-top writing-desk with the telephone instrument upon it.