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In the dull, sombre consulting-room of Sir Humphrey Sinclair in Queen Anne Street, Cavendish Square -- a room with heavy mahogany furniture, well-worn carpet, a big writing-table set in the window, and an adjustable couch against the wall -- sat the pseudo Mrs. Augusta Morrison, who desired to insure her life.
At the table sat the great physician, a clean-shaven, white-haired man, in large, round, gold-rimmed spectacles. He was dressed in a grey cashmere suit -- for the weather was unbearably hot that morning -- and, truth to tell, he was longing for his annual vacation at his pretty house by the sea at Frinton.