Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. . ’ Saling coughed. This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. ” “I cannot let you go on,” Ennison interrupted. She decided that she would try to push whatever resolve he had in the car to see where it would lead. “My God!” he said again. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. “I am not sure,” Anna answered. I want you to understand clearly that I was indebted to the man in many small ways. The Ragged Edge. At the cost of quite a number of torn drafts she succeeded in evolving this: “DEAR MR. Can you inform us whence it came?" "I should think so. ” Part 2 Then it was the expostulations really began.
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