“Who will you stop with?”
“I shall go on my own. Chapter XI
THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON
Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. ‘I suppose this is the cavalier you had with
you when you—er—attended the ball the other night?’
‘Jacques is very useful to me,’ Melusine confirmed, bestowing that same
radiant smile on the young man, whose features were instantly suffused with
scarlet. Apparently he thought it very much worth while. Killed is too kind a word. “I repeat, gentlemen,” he said, in an ominously low tone, “what of it?”
Drummond shrugged his shoulders. "The same as a Japanese geisha girl. Battle, murder, and sudden
death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it. And the balcony and ‘My Romeo!’”
“Shakespeare is altogether different from the modern stuff.
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