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The lounge was blissfully quiet until the telephone’s sudden ring pierced the silence. Dorothy Jameson set her needles aside, stepped across the rug and lifted the heavy receiver cup to her ear, speaking into the mouth-funnel. ‘Hello? Whom do I have the honour of addressing at this outrageous hour?’ ‘Good evening, Madam!’ a booming, artificially jovial voice crackled through the…