A silence settled down over the party. Little by little the magic of the night began to gain a hold on them. There were sudden creaks of the furniture, imperceptible rustlings in the curtains. Suddenly Tuppence sprang up with a cry. "I can't help it. I know Mr. Brown's somewhere in the flat! I can FEEL him." "Sure, Tuppence, how could he be? This door's open into the hall. No one could have come in by the front door without our seeing and hearing him." "I can't help it. I FEEL he's here!" She looked appealingly at Sir James, who replied gravely: "With due deference to your feelings, Miss Tuppence (and mine as well
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