CHAPTER XI
IN WHICH I ATTEND A STRANGE CASE
SIR RICHARD NANSON, of the firm of Nanson & Nanson, foreign bankers, in Moorgate Street, was a small mine of wealth to me for about four months.
I met him first at Monte Carlo, the place above all others, to my mind, for a short holiday.
He was one of those big, handsome, aristocratic-looking men, with a long, fair beard, tinged with grey, and a voice of the most beautiful quality.
As you know by this time. Brown, I am a being of the most complex nature. I love music, I can sit and listen to it all day if it is good, I am a great admirer of art—indeed, I am not at all a bad artist myself, and yet at the same time, there are few vices I have not indulged in.
Yes, I find pleasure in the very lowest and
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