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Almost as soon as they entered the flat, French had again to hail the reappearance of his "luck. " Better, a thousand times better, to stand in this place with Donald Paul than with Horace Fingall's widow!
Donald Paul, slipping the key into the rusty lock, had opened the door and drawn back to let the visitor pass. The studio was cold and empty-how empty and how cold! No one had lived in the flat since Fingall's death: during the first months following it the widow had used the studio to store his pictures, and only now that the last were sold, or distributed for sale among the dealers, had the place been put in the hands of the agents-like Mrs. Morland's house in Kensington.