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 described as Weston entered, carefully closing

the door behind him. He was a short, stout -

man with a pallid, heavy face and a dark mous- tache. He wore a black coat, brown tweed trousers, and carried a bowler hat.

“So you’ve come at last,” said Brenton, ris- ing and facing him.

“With all possible speed, Sir Digby.”

There was a suspicion of respectful resent- ment in the man’s tone, though this Brenton failed to notice, or totally ignored.

“Well?”

“T followed him to the Swan at Staines. The lady met him at the station.”

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A curious look of triumph shone in Digby Brenton’s eyes. He drove his hands deep down into his pockets and smiled. Then from a silver box which lay near he took a cigarette and lit it. Evidently the tobacco added to his sense of enjoyment.

“At the station, you say?”

“Yes, Sir Digby. She had arrived at the —

Swan the night before, and registered as Mrs. Vermont.” 810

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