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THE HOUSE OF INTRIGUE
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address. But if you find yourself confronted by a predicament that—well, that seems in any way desperate, you might send me a line at the Aldine Club. I mean that if you actually need help, and I can help you, I'll do it!"
I swallowed my disappointment. I was so hurt, in fact, without knowing just where or how, that I sat silent until he dropped me at the Grand Central, as I had asked him to do. The tangle of traffic there must have taken all his attention, for he merely nodded, and neither looked back nor called out to me, as he rolled away.
