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The Club of Queer Trades he ran his eye up and down the paper presented to him. He took up his pen with a slight, instantaneous frown and altered something, muttering—"Careless." Then he read it again with the same impenetrable reflectiveness, and finally handed it to the frantic Brown, whose hand was beating the devil's tattoo on the back of the chair.

"I think you will find that all right, major," he said, briefly.

The major looked at it; whether he found it all right or not will appear later, but he found it like this:

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