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The last peace Sunday London was to know in many weary months went by,

a tense and anxious day Early on Monday the fifth letter froirl from Texas read it

she knew that under no circumstances could she leave London now

It ran: DEAR LADY FROM HOME: I call you that because the word home has for me,

this hot afternoon in London, about the sweetest sound word ever had I

can see, when I close ay and

colorful, even with all the best people away; Washington Square, cool

under the trees, lovely and desirable despite the presence everywhere of

alien neighbors fro for ho; never was London so cruel, so hopeless, so drab, in my

eyes For, as I write this, a constable sits at my elbow, and he and

I are shortly to start for Scotland Yard I have been arrested as a

suspect in the case of Captain Fraser-Freer's ht that this was to be a red-letter day in the

history of that case, and I also sawactor in the

dra events that