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That functionary, however, merely replied respectfully:
"Yes, sir. Shall I call a taxi?"
Tommy nodded.
Where was he going? He hadn't the faintest idea. Beyond a fixed determination to
get even with Mr. Brown he had no plans. He re-read Sir James's letter, and
shook his head. Tuppence must be avenged. Still, it was kind of the old fellow.
"Better answer it, I suppose." He went across to the writing-table. With the usual
perversity of bedroom stationery, there were innumerable envelopes and no
paper. He rang. No one came. Tommy fumed at the delay. Then he remembered
that there was a good supply in Julius's sitting-room. The American had
announced his immediate departure, there would be no fear of running up
against him. Besides, he wouldn't mind if he did. He was beginning to be rather
ashamed of the things he had said. Old Julius had taken them jolly well. He'd
apologize if he found him there.
But the room was deserted. Tommy walked across to the writing-table, and
opened the middle drawer. A photograph, carelessly thrust in face upwards,
caught his eye. For a moment he stood rooted to the ground. Then he took it out,
shut the drawer, walked slowly over to an arm-chair, and sat down still staring at
the photograph in his hand.
What on earth was a photograph of the French girl Annette doing in Julius
Hersheimmer's writing-table?
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