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 not even this, but—and stopped short. So that Holloway, imagining a taunt where none was meant, glared at him in fury and strode away.

"Now, what's got into him?" Merritt exclaimed, half-irritated, half-amused.

"I guess he imagines I was going to twit him with something that happened—er, once," Deane answered lucidly. "He ought to be taught not to go around with a chip on his shoulder. It's disgusting bad form. I never would have thought of arguing with him if he had not taken the words out of my mouth."

He was very busy all that afternoon. Occasionally, over his lists and identification-slips, he found time to grin somewhat sheepishly at the futile squabble; also for a faint patronising resentment at