Doyle knew the hotel well, as it was one of the oldest, as well as the busiest, in Brighton, with a lavish assembly room in the Adams style – it was the venue for many social events, including the grandest of balls and, at which, Doyle had paraded peacock-like on occasion. The bar he knew less well, and couldn’t recall seeing a particular old sailor holding court there. When he entered, however, his memory was firmly jogged.From Chapter 2, The Jane Austen Murders.
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