ruther and Martin? — they’re only my solicitors,Leicester City Tröja, Mr. Levy. . . . Put me through to Mr. Martin,Cesc Fabregas Tröja, please. . . . That you,LeBron James Drakter, Charlie? . . . You might come in a cab to Jermyn Street — I forget the number — Dan Levy’s, the money-lender’s — thanks,Chicago Bears, old chap! . . . Wait a bit, Charlie — a constable. . . . ”
But Dan Levy had unlocked his door and flung it open,Nike Roshe Run.
“There you are, you scoundrels! But we’ll meet again,Lionel Messi Drakt, my fine swell-mobsmen!”
Raffles was frowning at the telephone.
“I’ve been cut off,” said he. “Wait a bit! Clear call for you, Mr. Levy,Alexis Sanchez Drakt, I believe!”
And they changed places, without exchanging another word until Raffles and I were on the stairs.
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