"Exactly at eleven thirty, Helen Garfield came into the nightclub. She was looking as beautiful as ever, but seemed to be a little worried. Her blue eyes looked around the room until she saw me. Then, with a little smile, she walked up and sat down at the table. She sat next to me, with her back to the dance floor beside her. The smile disappeared from her face."
The Woman Who Disappeared - Philip Prowse
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