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DallowayjumpandMissPymgotothewindowandapologisecamefromamotorcarwhichhaddrawntothesideofthepavementpreciselyoppositeMulberry’sshopwindow.Passers-bywho,ofcourse,stoppedandstared,hadjusttimetoseeafaceoftheverygreatestimportanceagainstthedove-greyupholstery,beforeamalehanddrewtheblindandtherewasnothingtobeseenexceptasquareofdovegrey.
YetrumourswereatonceincirculationfromthemiddleofBondStreettoOxfordStreetononeside,toAtkinson’sscentshopontheother,passinginvisibly,inaudibly,likeacloud,swift,veil-likeuponhills,fallingindeedwithsomethingofacloud’ssuddensobrietyandstillnessuponfaceswhichasecondbeforehadbeenutterlydisorderly.Butnowmysteryhadbrushedthemwithherwing;theyhadheardthevoiceofauthority;thespiritofreligionwasabroadwithhereyesbandagedtightandherlipsgapingwide.Butnobodyknewwhosefacehadbeenseen.WasitthePrinceofWales’s,theQueen’s,thePrimeMinister’s?Whosefacewasit?Nobodyknew.
EdgarJ.Watkiss,withhisrollofleadpipingroundhisarm,saidaudibly,humorouslyofcourse:“TheProimeMinister’skyar.”
SeptimusWarrenSmith,whofoundhimselfunabletopass,heardhim.
SeptimusWarrenSmith,agedaboutthirty,pale-faced,beak-nosed,wearingbrownshoesandashabbyovercoat,withhazeleyeswhichhadthatlookofapprehensioninthemwhichmakescompletestrangersapprehensivetoo.
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