The Luck of Thirteen
Piccadilly weepers vanished and a depressed little quartet was left on the platform-our two selves a lean schoolmaster and an egg-shaped man who never spoke a word. We found a clerk sitting in an office. He said we could not leave our bags in his room but as we made him own that we could not put them anywhere else he looked the other way while we dropped them in the corner.' (Excerpt from Chapter 1)
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