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HAT'S your name?"

"Sadie Wimpel." "And your home?"

"Anywhere under me hat!"

The heavy-jowled man with the incongruously alert side-glance looked up across the polished desktop.

"What do you mean by that?"

"That me home's mostly where I happen to be."

He studied her with an eye as wistful as an old hound's eye in winter. She looked as dapper and neat, in her trim-cut tailor-made gown, as a well groomed polo pony. And under her neatness of limb was a suggestion of strength, and under her strength a trace of audacity, and under that audacity a touch of restiveness.

"Have you ever been in Europe?"

"Sure!" 1