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The Tracer of Lost Persons

Chapter 12 No.12

Word Count: 2286    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

nd I'm never going to let up on him until he does. I'll bet I could fix him for life if I calle

beside him turned

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The Tracer of Lost Persons
The Tracer of Lost Persons
“Robert William Chambers was an American artist and fiction writer.He was thirty-three, agreeable to look at, equipped with as much culture and intelligence as is tolerated east of Fifth Avenue and west of Madison. He had a couple of elaborate rooms at the Lenox Club, a larger income than seemed to be good for him, and no profession. It follows that he was a pessimist before breakfast. Besides, it's a bad thing for a man at thirty-three to come to the conclusion that he has seen all the most attractive girls in the world and that they have been vastly overrated. So, when a club servant with gilt buttons on his coat tails knocked at the door, the invitation to enter was not very cordial. He of the buttons knocked again to take the edge off before he entered; then opened the door and unburdened himself as follows:”