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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace The Just Men of Cordova — XIII. (1917)

Seated by the table in a poorly-furnished room, lit only by the fire, was a man. He rose as they entered.
“I must explain,” said Black, “that Mr. Farmer has rented this room for a couple of weeks. He only comes here occasionally to meet his friends. This,” he went on, motioning to Sir Isaac, “is a great friend of mine.”
He closed the door, and waited till the little girl’s footsteps on the stairs had died away.
“The advantage of meeting in this kind of house,” said the man called Farmer, “is that the slightest movement shakes the edifice from roof to basement.”
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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace The Just Men of Cordova — XIII. (1917)

He called me a tiresome old bore—what do you think of that?” She laughed, and a responsive gleam came to the old man’s face. “It’s all very well for you to laugh,” he said, “but it’s rather a serious business for a member of the House of Lords to be called a tiresome old bore by a youthful Etonian. Naturally, remembering his parting words and the fact that he had gone to America, added to the very important fact that I am a Churchman and a regular subscriber to Church institutions, I thought he was dead. After all, one expects some reward from an All-wise Providence.”
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Portrait of Edgar Wallace Edgar Wallace The Just Men of Cordova — XIII. (1917)

The big man was not at his office, and Sir Isaac, who had taken the precaution of instructing his driver to wait, re-directed him to the Chelsea flat. Black was dressing for dinner when Sir Isaac arrived.
“Hullo!” he said, motioning him to a seat. “You’re the man I want. I’ve got a piece of information that will please you. You are the sort of chap who is scared by these Four Just Men. Well, you needn’t be any more.
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