That was an admission all right. “Pump, pump, per-um-pump, Pum, Pump, Per-um. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?” Drummond shrugged his shoulders. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease.
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