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"
GEORGE
EDWARD
CHALLENGER
.
"
This
was
the
letter
that
I
read
aloud
to
Tarp
Henry
,
who
had
come
down
early
to
hear
the
result
of
my
venture
.
His
only
remark
was
,
"
There
's
some
new
stuff
,
cuticura
or
something
,
which
is
better
than
arnica
.
"
Some
people
have
such
extraordinary
notions
of
humor
.
It
was
nearly
half-past
ten
before
I
had
received
my
message
,
but
a
taxicab
took
me
round
in
good
time
for
my
appointment
.
It
was
an
imposing
porticoed
house
at
which
we
stopped
,
and
the
heavily-curtained
windows
gave
every
indication
of
wealth
upon
the
part
of
this
formidable
Professor
.
The
door
was
opened
by
an
odd
,
swarthy
,
dried-up
person
of
uncertain
age
,
with
a
dark
pilot
jacket
and
brown
leather
gaiters
.
I
found
afterwards
that
he
was
the
chauffeur
,
who
filled
the
gaps
left
by
a
succession
of
fugitive
butlers
.
He
looked
me
up
and
down
with
a
searching
light
blue
eye
.
"
Expected
?
"
he
asked
.
"
An
appointment
.
"
"
Got
your
letter
?
"
I
produced
the
envelope
.
"
Right
!
"
He
seemed
to
be
a
person
of
few
words
.
Following
him
down
the
passage
I
was
suddenly
interrupted
by
a
small
woman
,
who
stepped
out
from
what
proved
to
be
the
dining-room
door
.
She
was
a
bright
,
vivacious
,
dark-eyed
lady
,
more
French
than
English
in
her
type
.
"
One
moment
,
"
she
said
.
"
You
can
wait
,
Austin
.
Step
in
here
,
sir
.
May
I
ask
if
you
have
met
my
husband
before
?
"
"
No
,
madam
,
I
have
not
had
the
honor
.
"
