Dick opened the door and stood by it. "I don't want you here. I don't particularly want to know you. If you see my uncle tonight you'd better tell him that: it will be a point in my favour." Jerry Dornford smiled. His skin was thick, though he was very sensitive on certain unimportant matters. "I suppose you knew this fellow Tickler who was killed the other night?" he began. "I don't want even to discuss murders with you," said Dick. He went out of the room, pulled open the door of the lift and shot back the foldin…
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