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Rh Then he glanced at his watch.

“I must be going,” he said. “I’ve got to fire this story down to the office. What a scoop it will be! Till to-morrow, gentlemen.”

I heard his footsteps die out along the hall; then a sudden horror of the place seized me; a deadly loathing; and I groped my way blindly from the room.