The Mystery of the Clasped Hands

"I never knew such a fellow as you are for ferreting out these low, foreign eating-houses, said Godfrey Henderson to his friend, Victor Fensden, as they turned from Oxford Street into one of the narrow thoroughfares in the neighbourhood of Soho. "Why you should take such trouble, and at the same time do your digestion such irreparable injury, I can not imagine. There are any number of places where...