The Secret Adversary

Tup­pence leaned for­ward and lowered her voice.

“Who is Mr. Brown?”

“Now who’s on top and who’s un­der­neath?” she crowed.

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ob­scure ar­is­to­cratic by­ways

glib­ness born of prac­tice. He rattled off the for­mula to the eld­erly wo­man

flag­ging spir­its re­viv­ing

stifle this long­ing for vul­gar sen­sa­tion

first port of call.”

Tommy sat down op­pos­ite her. His bared hea

was quick to re­buff the over­ture.