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Rh 'Commission?' he inquired, at last, with a queer little smile.

'Well, not exactly commission,’ I answered, wincing. 'Still, a friendly word, you know. One good turn deserves another.'

He looked at me from head to foot with a curious scrutiny. For one moment I feared the Tyrolese nobleman in him was going to raise its foot and take active measures. But the next, I saw that Sir