Chapter XI THE PUZZLEMENT OF NIGEL ENNISON Nigel Ennison walked towards his club the most puzzled man in London. But if he's in bed, how the devil is he going with me, supposing I decide to hire him? The mudhook comes up to-morrow night. ’ It seems that I was mistaken. There’s stories, too, about his demonstrator, Capes Something or other. You say that this gentleman was with you?” “I was,” Brendon answered, “most providentially. Her defence ceased rapidly to be in any sense ladylike, and became vigorous and effective; a strand of black hair that had escaped its hairpins came athwart Ramage’s eyes, and then the knuckles of a small but very hardly clinched fist had thrust itself with extreme effectiveness and painfulness under his jawbone and ear. "Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. A sinister thought edged in. She laughed a little bitterly.
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