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“
Ah
!
”
he
remarked
suddenly
,
with
an
intonation
of
relief
.
“
The
hearth
-
rug
is
crooked
,
”
and
he
bent
down
to
straighten
it
.
Suddenly
he
uttered
an
exclamation
and
rose
.
In
his
hand
he
held
a
small
fragment
of
paper
.
“
In
France
,
as
in
England
,
”
he
remarked
,
“
the
domestics
omit
to
sweep
under
the
mats
!
”
Bex
took
the
fragment
from
him
,
and
I
came
closer
to
examine
it
.
“
You
recognize
it
—
eh
,
Hastings
?
”
I
shook
my
head
,
puzzled
—
and
yet
that
particular
shade
of
pink
paper
was
very
familiar
.
The
commissary
’
s
mental
processes
were
quicker
than
mine
.
“
A
fragment
of
a
cheque
,
”
he
exclaimed
.
The
piece
of
paper
was
roughly
about
two
inches
square
.
On
it
was
written
in
ink
the
word
“
Duveen
.
”
