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Updated: May 8, 2025

Regardless of the clamour, he stalked with Elodie to the foot of the iron stairs. On their way they passed the waxed moustachioed trainer of the performing dogs. "A good coup de theatre, Madame," he remarked jealously. Andrew glowered down on him. "You say, Monsieur ?" But the dog trainer meeting the eyes burning in the painttd face, thought it best to say nothing, and Andrew mounted the stairs.

William John Locke - The Mountebank