"You're awfully good, Julius. But I can't help feeling that it's rather a forlorn hope. I'm really pinning my faith to Mr. Carter." "Then I shouldn't." "Why?" "Just an idea of mine." "Oh; but he must do something. There's no one else. By the way, I forgot to tell you of a queer thing that happened this morning." And she narrated her encounter with Sir James Peel Edgerton. Julius was interested. "What did the guy mean, do you think?" he asked.
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