More deadly than the male [antikvár]

More Deadly than the MaleCHAPTER Inovember fogThe light from within the misted plate-glass merged hazily with the lesser brilliance of the lamp standard at the kerbside. The pavement was slimy wet and the raincoat of the man who stood upon it glistened with a myriad of globules of moisture from the fog-laden air.He glanced up casually at the tarnished t fascia-board and read :Saul Treemann. Prints and Engravings.Second-Hand BooksAnd then, as casually, moved forward to ^ examine the untidy litter of pamphlets and ' tattered volumes in the sixpenny box by the shop doorway. There was another box on the opposite side of the door labelled 2d., and a > derelict-looking, middle-aged female in a ragged . cloak and limp, rain-soaked hat was engaged in , turning over the contents with the dispirited air of one who has nothing better to do and nowhere better to go. As the man moved forward this female shuffled away and her ^