Mystery Mile

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IN A TOWN CALLED _ MYSTERY MILE it seemed fitting that odd things should happen. _ But even such a connoisseur of crime as Albert

Campion had never encountered a situation with.

Contents

1. Among those present 2. The Simister legend

. Mystery Mile . The Lord of the Manor

The Seven W histlers

CHAPTER I Pe AR este RN

Among Those Present

‘TLL bet you fifty dollars, even money,’ said the American who was sitting nearest the door in the opulent lounge of the homeward-bound Elephantine, ‘that that man over there is murdered within a fortnight. ’'d say six weeks, only I don’t like to rob you.’

The Englishman at his side glanced across the sea of chairs at the handsome old man they had been watching. ‘Ten pounds,’ he said. “All right, Ill take you. You’ve no idea what a safe little place England is.’

_ A slow smile spread over the American’s face. “You’ve got no idea what a dangerous old fellow Crowdy Lobbett is, he said. ‘If your police are going to look after him they'll have to keep him in a steel bandbox, and I don’t envy them that job. It’s almost a pity to take your money, though I’m giving you better odds than any Insurance Corporation in the States would offer.’

‘The whole thing sounds fantastic to me,’ said the Englishman. ‘But I'll meet you at Verrey’s a fortnight to-day and we'll make a night of it. That suit you?’

_ ‘The twenty-second,’ said the American, making a note of it in his book. ‘Seems kind of heathen celebrating over the old man’s corpse. He’s a great old boy.’

_-Drinking his health, you mean,’ said the Englishman confidently. ‘Scotland Yard is very spry these days. That reminds me,’ he added cheerfully, ‘I must take you to one > of our night clubs.’

_ On the other side of the ship’s lounge the loquacious Turk who had made himself such a nuisance to his fellow pas- Sengers since they put out from New York was chattering to his latest victim.

_ ‘Very courageous of him to come down for the concert,’ he was saying, with all the satisfaction of one introducing @ sensational subject. ‘He’s a marked man, you know. I don’t think there’s any doubt about that. Four murders in his household within the past month and each time his escape was a miracle.’

_ His victim, a pale young man who seemed to be trying to hide behind his enormous spectacles, woke out of the reverie into which he had fallen ever since the talkative Oriental had first tackled him and surveyed his persecutor owlishly. ‘Not that nice old gentleman over there?’ he said. ‘The one with the white hair? Four murders in his house within a month? That ought to be stopped. He’s been told. about it, I suppose?”

Since this was the first remark with which the young man had favoured him, the bore jumped to the conclusion that he had inadvertently stumbled on a mental case. It was inconceivable to him that anyone should not have heard of the now famous Misfire Murders, as the Press had starred | them, which had filled the New York papers for the past: four weeks. While he was debating whether he would give up his carefully chosen seat for the concert by moving or stay where he was and put up with a lunatic, the young man spoke again. é

‘Who is the stormy old petrel?’ he said. :

His companion looked at him with some of the delight which a born gossip always feels upon finding an uninformed listener. His heavy red face became animated and he cocked his curious pear-shaped head, which alone betrayed his nationality, alertly on one side.

‘That fine old man, typical of the best type of hard-bitten New Englander,’ he began in a rhetorical whisper, ‘is none other than Judge Crowdy Lobbett. He has been the intended victim of an extraordinary series of crimes. I can’t understand how you’ve missed reading about it all.’

‘Oh, I've been away in Nebraska for my health,’ said the young man. ‘He-man stuff, you know,’ he added in his slightly falsetto voice. -

He spoke with the utmost gravity, and the old man nodded _unsuspectingly and continued.

‘First his secretary, seated in his master’s chair, was shot,’ he said slowly. ‘Then his butler, who was apparently after his master’s Scotch, got poisoned. Then his chauffeur met with a very mysterious accident, and finally a man walking with him down the street got a coping stone on his head.” He sat back and regarded his companion almost triumphantly. ‘What do you say to that?’ he demanded. .

‘Shocking,’ said the young man. ‘Very bad taste on someone’s part. Rotten marksmanship, too,’ he added, after some consideration. ‘I suppose he’s travelling for health now, like me?’

The Turk bent nearer and assumed a more confidential tone.

‘They say,’ he mumbled, in an unsuccessful attempt to Keep his voice down, ‘that it was all young Marlowe Lob-

; tt could do to get his father to come to Europe at all. I

nire a man like that, a man who’s not afraid of what’s’

coming to him.’

_ ‘Oh, quite! said the young man mildly. ‘A very distressing , though. Fhe neat piece of modern youthing with the

id gentleman is the son you spoke of, I suppose?’ ¢ The Turk nodded.

_ ‘That’s right, and the girl sitting on his other side is his daughter. Nice-looking youngsters, don’t you think? That very black hair gives them a sort of distinction. Funny that the boy should be so big and the girl so small. She takes after her mother, one of the Edwardeses of Tennessee, you know. The beautiful Isopel Edwardes. The daughter is named after her. Someone was saying to me that she looked like Lillian Gish, but I don’t see it myself.’

_ { don’t see it either,’ said the young man. ‘But then ’'m very short-sighted. As a matter of fact, I can’t see the girl at all. When’s the concert going to begin?’

The Turk smiled. He felt he had consummated the acquaintanceship at last.

_ ‘My name is Barber,’ he said. ‘Ali Fergusson Barber — a rather stupid joke of my parents, I have always thought.’ - He looked inquiringly at his companion, hoping for a similar exchange of confidence, but he was unrewarded, The young man appeared to have forgotten all about him, and presently to the Oriental’s complete disgust, he drew a small white mouse from the pocket of his dinner jacket and began to fondle it in his hands. Finally he held it out for Mr Barber’ s inspection.

_ ‘Rather pretty, don’t you think? he said. ‘One of the cabin boys lent it to me. He keeps it to remind him of his brother sins He calls it Haig, after him.’

_Mr Bagber looked down his immense nose at the little Sreature, and edged away from it.

_ The young man said no more, for already a very goldenhaired lady with pince-nez was playing the Sixth Hungarian Rhapsody with a certain amount of acid gusto.

_ Her performance was greeted with only mild enthusiasm, and the Turk overcame his repugnance to the noise sufficiently to lean over and inform the young man in a noisy murmur that there were several stage stars travelling and no doubt the programme would improve as it went on. For some time, however, his optimism was unrewarded. ‘Turn’ followed ‘turn’ of uniform earnest but uninspired endeavour. _ At length the fussy, sandy-haired young man who was superintending the performance with the discreet aid of a purser came forward with the announcement that Satsuma, the world-famous Japanese conjurer, was on board and had ole 11

+3 consented to perform some of his most celebrated illusions before the assembled company, and the audience’s patience was craved while the stage was made ready for him.

For the first time Mr Barber’s companion seemed to take an intelligent interest in the proceedings and he joined enthusiastically in the applause which followed the announcement.

‘I’m potty about conjurers,’ he remarked affably. “Haig will like it too, I fancy. I’m most interested to see the effect upon him.’ ;

Mr Barber smiled indulgently.

‘You are making jokes,’ he said naively.

The young man shot him a quick glance from behind his spectacles, but there was no hidden thrust intended in his words.

‘I do a little conjuring myself,’ he went on confidentially. ‘And I once knew a man who could manage a spot of witchcraft in a small way. Nothing big, you know, but he could always produce a few potatoes out of the old topper, or a half bottle of Bass. He once got in some champagne that way, but it wasn’t much of a brand. Hullo! what’s going on up there?’ : ;

He peered at the platform with childlike interest.

Several enthusiastic amateurs, aided by an electrician, were engaged in setting up the magician’s apparatus on the small stage. The piano had to be moved to make way for the great ‘disappearing’ cabinet, and the whole audience watched curiously while the cables were connected and the various gaily-coloured cupboards and boxes were set in position.

The magician himself, it was obvious, was directing operations from behind a screen in the ‘wings’, and at length, when the last scene-shifter had departed, he came forward and bowed ceremoniously.

He was tall for a Japanese, and dark-skinned, with a clever, cunning little face much too small for him.

Mr Barber nudged the young man at his side. y

‘Old Lobbett doesn’t let his troubles damp his interest, does he? he rumbled, as he glanced across the room to where the old man who had been the subject of so much speculation during the voyage sat forward in his chair, his bright blue eyes alert and interested under his bushy white brows. His keenness and excitement were almost childlike, and after a moment or two, dissatisfied with his view of the stage, he left his seat and walked up to the front row, where he stood watching, plainly fascinated. The loquacious Mr Barber’s companion made no comment. He appeared to be engrossed in his small pet mouse, which he held up, appara ig if ently with the idea of allowing the little animal to watch ‘the performance. /

_ The magician began with one or two sleight-of-hand tricks, presenting each illusion with a witty topical patter which created a friendly atmosphere immediately.

_ ‘Very clever. Very clever,’ murmured Mr Barber in his stentorian undertone. “They say those tricks are handed down from generation to generation. I think it’s all done with mirrors myself.’

‘His acquaintance did not reply. He was sitting bolt upright, staring at the stage through his heavy glasses.

Satsuma produced ducks, goldfish, pigeons, and even a couple of Japanese ladies, with amazing dexterity, and the distressing Mr Barber beat his fat hands together delightedly, while far across the room old Lobbett also was clearly enchanted.

Eventually the magician came forward to the front of the

tiny stage and made the announcement which always preceded his most famous trick. _ ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ he began, ‘it has only been by the kind co-operation of the electrical staff on board that I am now able to show you this most remarkable trick — the greatest I have ever performed.” _ He stepped back a pace or two and tapped the huge disappearing cabinet which had taken up the greater part of the stage during his entire act. He touched a button hidden in the moulding, and immediately the cabinet was illuminated until it glowed all over in a series of diagonal designs of light.

_ The Japanese beamed upon his audience.

_ ‘By the aid of this cabinet,’ he said, ‘I will make to dis-

appear not just one of my assistants, but any one of you who will come up and help me.’ He paused to let his full mean-

ing sink in upon his audience. ‘I will make them to disappear and to reappear,’ he went on. ‘And if, after the experience, any one of them can explain how the miracle was

performed, then’ — with a great gesture of solemnity — ‘I throw myself into the sea.’ é

_ He waited until the polite laughter had subsided, and then went on briskly.

~ ‘Now. Who will come first? You, sir, you, perhaps?’ he added, pointing out Mr Barber, who was by far the most conspicuous person before him, with his obtrusive personality and rumbling voice. ° _ The Turk shook his head and laughed.

_ ‘Ah! no, my boy. No. I am too old for these adventures.”

_ The Japanese smiled and passed on. The pale young man in the spectacles jumped up, however. ia ; 13

TI disa' ” he said, in his somewhat foolish voice. T think Haig would like to,’ he murmured to the Oriental by way of explanation. ;

He went forward eagerly, but paused, as there was some commotion across the room. Judge Lobbett, in spite of his son’s obvious disapproval, was already halfway up the steps. to the small stage. He also paused as the young man appeared, and the two men stood irresolute until the magician, coming forward, beckoned them both on to the stage.

‘One after the other,’ he said easily. “The first to come, the first to be served.’ Se

He helped the judge up as he spoke, and the pale youn: man leaped up beside them.

‘I say,’ he said nervously, ‘would you mind if my pet. went first?’ |

He held up the white mouse as he spoke, while the audience, thinking it was some intentional comic relief, tittered complacently. :

Satsuma smiled also, but his English was not equal to the situation, and, ignoring the young man, he led Judge Lobbett over to the cabinet. ee

‘Haig,’ announced the foolish-looking young man in a loud voice, ‘will be more than disappointed if he’s not allowed to go first. This is his birthday and he’s been promised the best and the first of everything. Surely, sir,’ he went on, turning to the old man, ‘you wouldn’t deprive my young friend of his birthday thrill?’ :

Judge Lobbett contented himself by regarding the youn man with a slow cold smile for some seconds, but the other appeared not in the least abashed, and the uncomfortable idea that he might be drunk began to permeate the audience.

Meanwhile, with a flourish from the orchestra, Satsuma touched the cabinet with his wand and the doors swung open, disclosing a safe-like metal-lined compartment whose grilled sides shone in the brilliant light.

‘Now, ladies and gentlemen,’ said the magician, turning to his audience, ‘I shall invite this gentleman’ — he indicated the older man — ‘to step in here. Then I shall close these doors. When I open them again he will be gone. You shall search the whole ship, ladies and gentlemen, the stage, under the stage — you shall not find him. Then I will shut the doors once more. Once more they will fly open, and this gentleman shall be back again as you see him now. Moreover, he will not be able to tell you where he has been hiding. Now, sir, if you please.’

‘What? said the irrepressible young man, darting forward, consternation in his pale eyes. ‘Can’t Haig go first? Are you going to disappoint him after all?’

. "The audience was becoming restive, and Lobbett turned “upon the importunate one, mildly annoyed. =. el don’t know who you are, ‘sir,’ he said, in a low tone, ‘but you're making a darn nuisance of yourself. I’m genuin uinely interested in this experiment, and I think everyone else is. Go and play with your mouse on deck, sir.’ On the last word he turned and stepped towards the cabinet, the doors of which stood open to receive him. The man who, by this time, was regarded by everyone in the room as a source of embarrassment, seemed suddenly to lose all sense of decorum. _ With an angry exclamation he elbowed the unsuspecting old man out of the way, and before the magician could stop him deliberately dropped the small white mouse upon the glittering floor of the cabinet. _ Then he stepped back sharply. _ There was a tiny hiss, only just loud enough to be heard ‘among the audience: a sickening, terrifying sound.

For a moment everyone in the lounge held his breath. with a convulsive movement the mouse crumpled up on the polished steel grille, where it slowly blackened and shrivelled ee their eyes.

There was an instant of complete stupefaction.

& The significance of this extraordinary incident dawned ‘slowly. The men upon the platform to whom the thing had been so near stiffened with horror as the explanation occurred to them.

_ Marlowe Lobbett was the first to move. He sprang on to the platform by his father’s side and stood with him looking ap at the charred spot on the cabinet floor.

It was at this moment that the pale young man with the rectacles, apparently grasping the situation for the first time, Tet out a howl of mingled grief and astonishment.

_ ‘Oh! my poor Haig! What has happened to him? What has happened to him?’ He bent forward to peer down into the cabinet.

_ ‘Look out, you fool!’ Judge Lobbett’s voice was unrecognizable as he caught the incautious young man by his collar and jerked him backwards. ‘Can’t you see!’ His voice rose high and uncontrolled. ‘That cabinet is alive! Your pet has been electrocuted!’

_ The words startled everyone.

_ An excited murmur followed a momentary silence. Then a woman screamed.

_ Concert officials and ship’s officers hurried on to the platform. The noise became greater, and a startled, bewildered prowd rorre up to the platform end of the room.

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Judge Lobbett and his tall son were surrounded by an excited group of officials. 8 ;

Satsuma chattered wildly in his own tongue, offering a thousand excuses which no one could understand. ve

The pale young man with the spectacles appeared to be on the verge of fainting with horror. Even the complacent. Mr Barber was shaken out of his habitual affability. His heavy jaws sagged, his greasy eyes grew blank with astonishment.

All the time the cabinet remained glowing with a now evil radiance, bizarre and horrible, a toy that had become a thing of terror. y

The arrival of the chief engineer roused the general stupor. He was a lank Belfast Irishman, yellow-haired, lantern-jawed, and deaf as a post. He gave his orders in the hollow bellow of a deaf man and soon reduced the affair to almost a commonplace. ;

‘McPherson, just clear the lounge, will you? I don’t want anyone to remain but those intimately concerned. There’s been a small accident here in the temporary fittings,’ he explained soothingly to the bewildered crowd which was being gently but firmly persuaded out of the lounge by an energetic young Scotsman and his assistants.

‘There’s something very wrong with the insulation of your cupboard,’ he went on, addressing the Japanese severely. ‘It’s evidently a very dangerous thing. Have you not had trouble with it before?’ '

Satsuma protested violently, but his birdlike twittering English would have been unintelligible to the engineer even had he been able to hear it.

Meanwhile a small army of mechanics was at work. The _ chief entered into an incomprehensible technical discussion with them, and their growing astonishment and consternation told more plainly than anything else could have done the terrible tragedy that had only just been averted by the timely sacrifice of the unfortunate Haig.

It was impossible not to be sorry for the Japanese. There could be no doubt of the sincerity of his wretchedness. He hovered round the electricians, half terrified of the consequences of what had happened and half fearful for the safety of his precious apparatus.

After fifteen minutes or so of technicalities, Marlow Lobbett, whose patience had been slowly ebbing, stepped up to the chief and shouted in his ear.

‘I don’t know if you've heard,’ he began, ‘but back in New York there have been several unsuccessful attempts upon my father’s life, This affair looks very like another. I ada te very glad if you could make certain where the

responsibility lies.’

_ The chief turned upon him.

__ “My dear sir,’ he said, ‘there’s no question of responsi-

“bility. The whole thing’s an extraordinary coincidence. You

see that cable on the floor there?” He pointed to the exposed

"part of a cable resting upon the parquet floor of the plat-

form. ‘If, in shifting the piano, the cabinet hadn’t been

moved a little so that the one place where the insulation had worn off the cabinet made a connection with it, the affair could never have happened. At the same time, if it _hadn’t been for the second purely accidental short, the other contact could not have been made.’ He indicated a dark stain _ on the polished grille of the cabinet. ‘But,’ he went on, fixing the young American with a vivid blue eye, ‘you’re not suggesting that someone fixed the whole thing up on the very slender chance of getting your father in there, are you?’

The chief was considerably more puzzled than he dared to

_ admit. But since no harm had been done he was not anxious

~ to go into the matter too thoroughly for the ship’ s sake.

Old Judge Lobbett laid his hand on his son’s arm.

& ‘This isn’t quite the time to discuss this, my boy,’ he said.

_ ‘Someone knew I couldn’t resist a conjurer. But I don’t think _ we'll discuss it here.’

% He glanced round as he spoke, and the chief, following

‘the direction of his eyes, suddenly caught sight of the pale young man with the horn-rimmed spectacles who was still

standing foolishly by the dismantled cabinet. The officer

_ frowned.

_ ‘I thought I gave orders for the lounge to be cleared,’ he

_ said. ‘May I ask, sir, what you’ve got to do with this affair?’

__ The young man started and coloured uncomfortably.

‘Well, it was my mouse,’ he said.

It was some time before the chief could be made to under- _ stand what he was saying, but when at last he did he was _ hardly sympathetic.

‘All the same, I think we can manage without you,’ he

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_ The dismissal was unmistakable, and the pale young man

smiled nervously and apologized with a certain amount of confusion. Then he crept off the platform like his own - Mouse, and had almost reached the door before young B Marlowe Lobbett overtook him.

_ The young American had left his father and sister on the _ platform and came up eagerly. His dark-skinned face and

_ piercing eyes gave him almost a fierce expression, and the

a pale young man in the spectacles had an impression of some-

; one oe ning in energy that was not solely physical.

T’d like to thank you,’ he said, holding out his hand. — ‘And,’ he added bluntly, ‘I’d like to talk to you. 'm greatly indebted to you, but I don’t see quite where you come in on this. What’s your game? Who are you?’ 2

The pale young man looked, if possible, even more foolish than before. :

‘My game? he said. ‘I don’t quite know what you mean.

I toss a few cabers, and tiddle a wink occasionally, and I’m a very fair hand at shove-halfpenny.’

He paused.

Marlowe Lobbett was looking at him steadily.

‘This is more serious for me than it is for you,’ he said slowly.

The pale young man grew suddenly very red and uncomfortable.

‘I’m not bright,’ he said awkwardly. ‘But that’s my affliction. I’ve got a card here somewhere.’ He took a handful of miscellaneous odds and ends out of his coat pocket, and selecting a visiting card from a collection of cigarette cards, stamps, sugar, string, and other things, handed it gravely to Marlowe.

‘My trade card,’ he said, and added with more seriousness than he had hitherto- shown, ‘if there’s anything I can do for you, ring me up. I don’t suppose we shall meet again on board. We bus conductors feel dreadfully out of place here.’

Then, grinning fatuously, he bowed and disappeared through the doorway out of sight, leaving the other staring. after him.

The whole conversation had taken less than ten seconds.-

Undecided whether the stranger was a genuine lunatic or not, young Lobbett glanced at the card in his hand. It was immaculate and beautifully engraved:

MR ALBERT CAMPION Coups neatly executed Nothing sordid, vulgar or plebeian Deserving cases preferred Police no object PUFFINS CLUB THE JUNIOR GREYS

On the back a phone number had been scribbled: Regent 01300 i

CHAPTER II The Simister Legend

_ ‘REGENT Oh won thr-ree Oh Oh? You’re thr-r-ough. z _ After half an hour’s experience of the vagaries of the _ London telephone service Marlowe Lobbett heard the welcome voice of the operator whose triumphant tone suggested that they had both been through a difficult adventure to- : gether. For some time he could hear the telephone bell ring- _ ing in some far-off room in’ the great city which seemed to ¢ be huddling round his hotel as if it were trying to squeeze the _ life out of it. _ At last he heard the welcome click at the far end of the wire and a thick and totally unexpected voice said huskily, _ ‘Aphrodite Glue Works speaking.’

Marlowe Lobbett sighed. ‘I want Regent 01300,’ he said. ‘That's right,’ said the voice. ‘"Oo do you want?’ The young man glanced at the card in front of him, and

_a wave of disappointment overwhelmed him. He had cher-

ished the idea that he could rely upon the man who had - come to his father’s rescue so successfully on board the Ele- Berantine.

‘No, it’s all right,’ he said. ‘I only wanted to speak to a Mr ; “Albert Campion.’

‘Oh? The voice became confidential immediately. ‘Could I have yer name, please sir?’

Very puzzled, Marlowe Lobbett gave his name. The voice became more deferential than before. ‘Listen carefully, sir,’

_ it said in a rumbling whisper. ‘You want Bottle Street Police

Station. You know where that is, don’t you? — off Piccadilly.

_It’s the side door on the left. Right up the stairs. You'll see

the name up when you come to it. No. No connection with

the police station — just a flat on top. Pleased to see you

_ right away. Goo’-bye, sir.’

There was a second click and he was cut off.

The girl seated on the edge of the table by the instrument looked at her brother eagerly. She was dark as he was, with the same air of alert intelligence, but her features were

: softer and more delicate, and whereas he was tall and heavily - built, with the shoulders of a prize-fighter, she was petite, - finely and slenderly fashioned.

‘Did you get him? she’ asked anxiously. ‘Tm scared, Mar-

lowe. More scared than I was at home.’ ‘ :

The boy put his arm round her. ‘It’s going to be all right,

kid,’ he said. ‘The old man’s obstinacy doesn’t make it any easier for us to look after him. I was rather hopeful about — this Campion fellow, but now I don’t know what to think. | Tl see if I can find him, anyhow.’

The girl clung to him. ‘Be careful. You don’t know any-

one here. It might be a trap to get you.’

The boy shook his head. ‘I fancy not,’ he said.

She was still not reassured. ‘Tl come with you.’ .... Marlowe shook his head. ‘I wouldn't,’ he said. ‘It may be ~ a wild-goose chase. Stay here and look after Father. Don’t

let him go out till I come back.’

Isopel Lobbett nodded. ‘All right,’ she said. ‘But hurry.’

The taxi route from the Strand to Piccadilly is not a long

one, and Marlowe found himself outside the police station in the narrow cul-de-sac sooner than he had anticipated. The ‘door on the left’, he decided, must be the unguarded dirty yellow portal which stood open showing a flight of — wooden stairs, scrubbed white, leading up into darkness. He hesitated dubiously for some seconds, but finally walked in. After the first flight of steps he came upon a carpet, at the third there were pictures on the wall, and he began to have the uncomfortable impression that he had stumbled into some private house, when he suddenly came to a stop full before an attractively carved oak door upon which there was a small brass plate, neatly engraved with the simple lettering:

MR ALBERT CAMPION, MERCHANT GOODS DEPT

When he saw it he realized with a shock how forlorn he had expected his errand to be. He tapped upon the door with more vigour than he had intended.

It was opened immediately by the young man in the horn-rimmed spectacles himself. He was attired in what appeared to be a bathrobe, a stupendous affair of multi-coloured Turkish towelling.

‘Hallo!’ he said. ‘Seeing London? I come next in importance after the Tower, I always think. Come in.’ He dragged his visitor into a room across the tiny passage and thrust him into a deep comfortable armchair by the fire. As he mixed him a drink he rambled on inconsequentially without allowing the other to get a word in.

‘I have to live over a police station because of my friends.

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; ; : j It’s a great protection against my more doubtful acquaintances.’