And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. She turned up dead after about eight weeks and it broke my heart. You need not tell me, but a lawyer is different. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. His job as a painter was wearing him down acutely as he aged. ‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. So get up, and let's be off.
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