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"Styles is really a glorious old place," I said to John

He nodded rather gloomily

"Yes, it's a fine property It'll be hts, if my father had only made a decent will And then I shouldn't be so damned hard up as I as, I don'tyou that I'm at my wit's end for money"

"Couldn't your brother help you?"

"Lawrence? He's gone through every penny he ever had, publishing rotten verses in fancy bindings No, we're an iood to us, I e, of course----" he broke off, frowning

For the first ti indefinable had gone from the atmosphere Her presence had spelt security Now that security was removed--and the air seemed rife with suspicion The sinister face of Dr Bauerstein recurred tofilledevil