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Who Got The Ace
I hate the east wind as much as any fairly healthy man can, and to tramp in the east wind under a dull sky to take my chance of being made a victim to a confounded Mummy seemed absolutely insane.
As it was fixed that those concerned should meet at five, and settle the matter without any elaboration or delay, I reached the house about a quarter before the hour, and saw Perceval and Maxwell coming down the street together before the door was opened to me. Perceval, dressed as usual point-device, in grey, had a very fine orchid in his button-hole. When I said something about the east wind and the vindictive hag (I was sure she was a hag) about whom we had met, he refused to consider either, and begged me to give my attention to the orchid, as quite as curious and far mor
