He saw three people: a young man at the piano, an elderly man smoking in a corner, and a young woman reclining in a chair, her eyes closed. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. " His daughter, however, anticipated him. Old saltwater was right. I will do my utmost. He uttered a short laugh. “Number 13, please, cabman. He glanced up at Roding and met his eyes.
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