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“
I
have
the
honour
to
acknowledge
herewith
your
favour
of
the
14th
instant
,
and
in
reply
would
state
—
—
”
“
Please
find
enclosed
draft
upon
New
Orleans
to
be
applied
as
per
our
understanding
—
—
”
“
In
answer
to
your
favour
No
.
1107
,
referring
to
the
case
of
the
City
and
County
of
San
Francisco
against
Excelsior
Warehouse
&
Storage
Co
.
,
I
would
say
—
—
”
His
voice
continued
,
expressionless
,
measured
,
distinct
.
While
he
spoke
,
he
swung
slowly
back
and
forth
in
his
leather
swivel
chair
,
his
elbows
resting
on
the
arms
,
his
pop
eyes
fixed
vaguely
upon
the
calendar
on
the
opposite
wall
,
winking
at
intervals
when
he
paused
,
searching
for
a
word
.
“
That
’
s
all
for
the
present
,
”
he
said
at
length
.
Without
reply
,
the
typewriter
rose
and
withdrew
,
thrusting
her
pencil
into
the
coil
of
her
hair
,
closing
the
door
behind
her
,
softly
,
discreetly
.
When
she
had
gone
,
Lyman
rose
,
stretching
himself
putting
up
three
fingers
to
hide
his
yawn
.
To
further
loosen
his
muscles
,
he
took
a
couple
of
turns
the
length
of
he
room
,
noting
with
satisfaction
its
fine
appointments
,
the
padded
red
carpet
,
the
dull
olive
green
tint
of
the
walls
,
the
few
choice
engravings
—
portraits
of
Marshall
,
Taney
,
Field
,
and
a
coloured
lithograph
—
excellently
done
—
of
the
Grand
Canyon
of
the
Colorado
—
the
deep
-
seated
leather
chairs
,
the
large
and
crowded
bookcase
(
topped
with
a
bust
of
James
Lick
,
and
a
huge
greenish
globe
)
,
the
waste
basket
of
woven
coloured
grass
,
made
by
Navajo
Indians
,
the
massive
silver
inkstand
on
the
desk
,
the
elaborate
filing
cabinet
,
complete
in
every
particular
,
and
the
shelves
of
tin
boxes
,
padlocked
,
impressive
,
grave
,
bearing
the
names
of
clients
,
cases
and
estates
.
He
was
between
thirty
-
one
and
thirty
-
five
years
of
age
.
Unlike
Harran
,
he
resembled
his
mother
,
but
he
was
much
darker
than
Annie
Derrick
and
his
eyes
were
much
fuller
,
the
eyeball
protruding
,
giving
him
a
pop
-
eyed
,
foreign
expression
,
quite
unusual
and
unexpected
.
His
hair
was
black
,
and
he
wore
a
small
,
tight
,
pointed
mustache
,
which
he
was
in
the
habit
of
pushing
delicately
upward
from
the
corners
of
his
lips
with
the
ball
of
his
thumb
,
the
little
finger
extended
.
As
often
as
he
made
this
gesture
,
he
prefaced
it
with
a
little
twisting
gesture
of
the
forearm
in
order
to
bring
his
cuff
into
view
,
and
,
in
fact
,
this
movement
by
itself
was
habitual
.
He
was
dressed
carefully
,
his
trousers
creased
,
a
pink
rose
in
his
lapel
.
His
shoes
were
of
patent
leather
,
his
cutaway
coat
was
of
very
rough
black
cheviot
,
his
double
-
breasted
waistcoat
of
tan
covered
cloth
with
buttons
of
smoked
pearl
.
