CHAPTER X
Next morning they were early at the office of Mr. Pankhurst, which they found occupying the two lower floors of a fine old Georgian house in a square not far removed northwards from New Oxford Street; the two upper floors of this house formed the residence of the investigator. As they had made their appointment by telephone, they had not long to kick their heels among the dozen or more heavily-veiled women who affected to read the illustrated magazines in the clients' waiting-room. They had barely sat down and looked about them when their names were spoken by the factotum,
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