Then
Courtlaw looked across at her with a white puzzled face. From the window he saw The
Tigress faring toward Copeley's! Then somebody was coming? Some political
high muckamuck, probably. She could see over a waist high stone wall into the
miniature courtyard, complete with benches only a small
child could sit upon, one which had been broken in half,
its two pieces left unjoined on the sandy ground. This is a case
either of suicide or murder. But he was wide awake. You steered and I rowed stroke. There it is. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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