’ *** In the cosy little parlour that Pottiswick rarely used, Melusine paced restlessly to and fro. He did not like it. He looked from the sword to the dagger with which he had brought her down here, and grimaced. The Frenchman had moved back into Piccadilly from Down Street, at which the lad following him had immediately sauntered away a yard or two. She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. It was you, of course, whom he wanted.
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