it's so as to put you against the place." "Nice girl," said Tuppence. Albert suspected no irony. "She's style about her, and keeps her silver a treat--but, my word, ain't she got a temper. Are you going up now, miss? Step inside the lift. No. 20 did you say?" And he winked. Tuppence quelled him with a stern glance, and stepped inside. As she rang the bell of No. 20 she was conscious of Albert's eyes slowly descending beneath the level of the floor. A smart young woman opened the door.
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