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 down the middle, and under jutting brows, a pair of deep-set eyes that shone with a changeable light. His air was that of some robust, good-humoured Taipan. "All right?" he laughed; and the tail of his green bedragoned silk whisked into the next compartment, from which soon issued a genial roar: "O boy! My no towel no have-got! Catchee mai-wun! Fai-di!"

On the evening of the same day, in the dining-room, a German antiquary going to Angkor looked up from his solitaire, caught Scarlett's eye across the table, and said guardedly:

"You are not a friendt to der larch man in der corner smoking, and who now hass gone top-side, no?" His glance took in the retreating figure of the man with the trimly parted beard.

"No," said Scarlett.

"Dot iss goot," the German nodded heavily. "It iss Borkman, der biggest scountrel in der