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LESLIE MAUGHAN came striding briskly along the Thames Embankment. It was a bitterly cold night, and the nutria coat was not proof against the icy northerner which was blowing. The man who walked by her side was head and shoulders taller than she. He had the gait of a soldier, and his umbrella twirled rhythmically to his pace.
"Suicide on the left," he said pleasantly, as though he were a guide pointing out the sights.