“Your name and address were upon an envelope found in the pocket of an Englishman who was brought here late last night suffering from serious injuries,” he said in a dry official tone. ” She shrugged her shoulders slightly. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you not?” she remarked. Deep verandas ran around the bungalows, with bamboo drops which were always down in the daytime, fending off the treacherous sunshine. “Where am I?” he muttered.
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