She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. ‘What, and miss getting myself murdered?’ ‘She said she wouldn’t murder you. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must know. His friendship seemed a thing worth having. I knew him in spite of his dress. "Yes; he'll suspect nothing.
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