George Henry speedily made use of the information procured for him by Harold. At half-past six the same evening, assisted by the chauffeur, he reached the fifth story of a block of flats in Chenies Street, and deposited outside the door the hamper which they had been carrying. "You can go down and wait, Smithers," his master directed. "I shall require to get my breath before I ring the bell." The man obeyed with a respectful salute. George Henry sat upon the basket and mopped his forehead. On the other side of the …
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