Gerald sighed. It’s just upon my lunch-time. ’ Chapter Three Captain Hilary Roding listened with only half an ear to the long-winded report being given by Sergeant Trodger, his idle gaze wandering over the congested traffic of Piccadilly and the many pedestrians weaving a hazardous path through it. He cocked an eyebrow. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and passing a tongue lightly over her lips. And in the vestry was the sword of monsieur le major. . . It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. From head to foot he was attired in the fashionable garb of the young man of the moment.
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