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When
I
walked
into
the
room
the
old
man
at
the
head
of
the
table
had
risen
and
turned
round
to
meet
me
.
He
was
in
evening
dress
--
a
short
coat
and
black
tie
,
as
was
the
other
,
whom
I
called
in
my
own
mind
the
plump
one
.
The
third
,
the
dark
fellow
,
wore
a
blue
serge
suit
and
a
soft
white
collar
,
and
the
colours
of
some
club
or
school
.
The
old
man
's
manner
was
perfect
.
"
Mr
Hannay
?
"
he
said
hesitatingly
.
"
Did
you
wish
to
see
me
?
One
moment
,
you
fellows
,
and
I
'll
rejoin
you
.
We
had
better
go
to
the
smoking-room
.
"
Though
I
had
n't
an
ounce
of
confidence
in
me
,
I
forced
myself
to
play
the
game
.
I
pulled
up
a
chair
and
sat
down
on
it
.
"
I
think
we
have
met
before
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
guess
you
know
my
business
.
"
The
light
in
the
room
was
dim
,
but
so
far
as
I
could
see
their
faces
,
they
played
the
part
of
mystification
very
well
.
"
Maybe
,
maybe
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
I
have
n't
a
very
good
memory
,
but
I
'm
afraid
you
must
tell
me
your
errand
,
sir
,
for
I
really
do
n't
know
it
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
"
I
said
,
and
all
the
time
I
seemed
to
myself
to
be
talking
pure
foolishness
--
"
I
have
come
to
tell
you
that
the
game
's
up
.
I
have
a
warrant
for
the
arrest
of
you
three
gentlemen
.
"
"
Arrest
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
and
he
looked
really
shocked
.
"
Arrest
!
Good
God
,
what
for
?
"
"
For
the
murder
of
Franklin
Scudder
in
London
on
the
23rd
day
of
last
month
.
"
"
I
never
heard
the
name
before
,
"
said
the
old
man
in
a
dazed
voice
.
