Dope by Sax Rohmer
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dinner. They are there now. Speaking from Dover Street Tube."
"Yes, yes. But the lady?" "A native, possibly Egyptian, apparently servant of Kazmah, came out a few minutes after Mr. Gray had gone for cab, and went away. Sir Lucien Pyne and lady are still in Kazmah's rooms." "What!" cried Irvin, pulling out his watch and glancing at the disk. "But it's after eight o'clock!" "Yes, sir. The place is all shut up, and other offices in block closed at six. Door of Kazmah's is locked. I knocked and got no reply." "Damn it! You're talking nonsense! There must be another exit." "No, sir. Colleague has just relieved me. Left two gents over their wine at Prince's." Monte Irvin's color began to fade slowly. "Then it's Pyne!" he whispered. The hand which held the receiver shook. "Brisley--meet me at the Piccadilly end of Bond Street. I am coming now." He put down the telephone, crossed to the wall and pressed a button. The cigar stump held firmly between his teeth, he stood on the rug before the hearth, facing the door. Presently it opened and Hinkes came in. |
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