"But----" Tommy hesitated.
Mr. Carter read his thoughts.
"We can deal with the General Strike menace, I think. It's a
toss-up--but we've got a sporting chance! But if that draft
treaty turns up--we're done. England will be plunged in anarchy.
Ah, what's that? The car? Come on, Beresford, we'll go and have
a look at this house of yours."
Two constables were on duty in front of the house in Soho. An
inspector reported to Mr. Carter in a low voice. The latter
turned to Tommy.
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