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"
O
Lord
,
"
said
the
young
man
.
"
This
is
a
bit
too
thick
!
"
"
Do
you
propose
to
march
us
off
to
the
police
station
?
"
asked
the
plump
one
.
"
That
might
be
the
best
way
out
of
it
,
but
I
suppose
you
wo
n't
be
content
with
the
local
branch
.
I
have
the
right
to
ask
to
see
your
warrant
,
but
I
do
n't
wish
to
cast
any
aspersions
upon
you
.
You
are
only
doing
your
duty
.
But
you
'll
admit
it
's
horribly
awkward
.
What
do
you
propose
to
do
?
"
There
was
nothing
to
do
except
to
call
in
my
men
and
have
them
arrested
,
or
to
confess
my
blunder
and
clear
out
.
I
felt
mesmerized
by
the
whole
place
,
by
the
air
of
obvious
innocence
--
not
innocence
merely
,
but
frank
honest
bewilderment
and
concern
in
the
three
faces
.
"
Oh
,
Peter
Pienaar
,
"
I
groaned
inwardly
,
and
for
a
moment
I
was
very
near
damning
myself
for
a
fool
and
asking
their
pardon
.
"
Meantime
I
vote
we
have
a
game
of
bridge
,
"
said
the
plump
one
.
"
It
will
give
Mr
Hannay
time
to
think
over
things
,
and
you
know
we
have
been
wanting
a
fourth
player
.
Do
you
play
,
sir
?
"
I
accepted
as
if
it
had
been
an
ordinary
invitation
at
the
club
.
The
whole
business
had
mesmerized
me
.
We
went
into
the
smoking-room
where
a
card-table
was
set
out
,
and
I
was
offered
things
to
smoke
and
drink
.
I
took
my
place
at
the
table
in
a
kind
of
dream
.
The
window
was
open
and
the
moon
was
flooding
the
cliffs
and
sea
with
a
great
tide
of
yellow
light
.
There
was
moonshine
,
too
,
in
my
head
.
The
three
had
recovered
their
composure
,
and
were
talking
easily
--
just
the
kind
of
slangy
talk
you
will
hear
in
any
golf
club-house
.
I
must
have
cut
a
rum
figure
,
sitting
there
knitting
my
brows
with
my
eyes
wandering
.
My
partner
was
the
young
dark
one
.
I
play
a
fair
hand
at
bridge
,
but
I
must
have
been
rank
bad
that
night
.
They
saw
that
they
had
got
me
puzzled
,
and
that
put
them
more
than
ever
at
their
ease
.
I
kept
looking
at
their
faces
,
but
they
conveyed
nothing
to
me
.
It
was
not
that
they
looked
different
;
they
were
different
.
I
clung
desperately
to
the
words
of
Peter
Pienaar
.
Then
something
awoke
me
.
The
old
man
laid
down
his
hand
to
light
a
cigar
.
He
did
n't
pick
it
up
at
once
,
but
sat
back
for
a
moment
in
his
chair
,
with
his
fingers
tapping
on
his
knees
.
