CHAPTER INo. 16 Russell Square
Wharf 16, Honolulu—to No. 16 Russell Square, Chicago.
What a long jaunt that had been!
And now I stood on the sidewalk, in front of what presumably was No. 16 Russell Square, my three pieces of hand luggage strewn each side of me, and cast my optics over the place.
So this was the home of Simon Stannard?
Owner of 7-Tales Magazine!
Famous collector of old safes!
Candidate for Mayor of Chicago on the Dissatisfaction Party ticket.
Whited sepulchre!
His note, in my pocket, had begun friendly enough “My Dear Nephew George”—but I had no illusions but that he had something up his sleeve. For there was an air about the house in which he lived that was as cold and friendless as the inside of a Kelvinator refrigerator on a below-zero day.
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