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"
A
fugitive
from
justice
,
eh
?
Well
,
we
'll
go
into
the
matter
at
our
leisure
.
Meantime
I
object
to
my
privacy
being
broken
in
upon
by
the
clumsy
rural
policeman
.
Go
into
my
study
,
and
you
will
see
two
doors
facing
you
.
Take
the
one
on
the
left
and
close
it
behind
you
.
You
will
be
perfectly
safe
.
"
And
this
extraordinary
man
took
up
his
pen
again
.
I
did
as
I
was
bid
,
and
found
myself
in
a
little
dark
chamber
which
smelt
of
chemicals
,
and
was
lit
only
by
a
tiny
window
high
up
in
the
wall
.
The
door
had
swung
behind
me
with
a
click
like
the
door
of
a
safe
.
Once
again
I
had
found
an
unexpected
sanctuary
.
All
the
same
I
was
not
comfortable
.
There
was
something
about
the
old
gentleman
which
puzzled
and
rather
terrified
me
.
He
had
been
too
easy
and
ready
,
almost
as
if
he
had
expected
me
.
And
his
eyes
had
been
horribly
intelligent
.
No
sound
came
to
me
in
that
dark
place
.
For
all
I
knew
the
police
might
be
searching
the
house
,
and
if
they
did
they
would
want
to
know
what
was
behind
this
door
.
I
tried
to
possess
my
soul
in
patience
,
and
to
forget
how
hungry
I
was
.
Then
I
took
a
more
cheerful
view
.
The
old
gentleman
could
scarcely
refuse
me
a
meal
,
and
I
fell
to
reconstructing
my
breakfast
.
Bacon
and
eggs
would
content
me
,
but
I
wanted
the
better
part
of
a
flitch
of
bacon
and
half
a
hundred
eggs
.
And
then
,
while
my
mouth
was
watering
in
anticipation
,
there
was
a
click
and
the
door
stood
open
.
I
emerged
into
the
sunlight
to
find
the
master
of
the
house
sitting
in
a
deep
armchair
in
the
room
he
called
his
study
,
and
regarding
me
with
curious
eyes
.
"
Have
they
gone
?
"
I
asked
.
"
They
have
gone
.
I
convinced
them
that
you
had
crossed
the
hill
.
I
do
not
choose
that
the
police
should
come
between
me
and
one
whom
I
am
delighted
to
honour
.
This
is
a
lucky
morning
for
you
,
Mr
Richard
Hannay
.
"
As
he
spoke
his
eyelids
seemed
to
tremble
and
to
fall
a
little
over
his
keen
grey
eyes
.
In
a
flash
the
phrase
of
Scudder
's
came
back
to
me
,
when
he
had
described
the
man
he
most
dreaded
in
the
world
.
He
had
said
that
he
"
could
hood
his
eyes
like
a
hawk
"
.
Then
I
saw
that
I
had
walked
straight
into
the
enemy
's
headquarters
.
