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"
Yes
,
sure
,
they
—
"
"
Abe
North
?
"
Dick
stood
up
.
"
Are
you
sure
he
’
s
dead
?
"
Hannan
turned
around
to
McKibben
:
"
It
wasn
’
t
the
Racquet
Club
he
crawled
to
—
it
was
the
Harvard
Club
.
I
’
m
sure
he
didn
’
t
belong
to
the
Racquet
.
"
"
The
paper
said
so
,
"
McKibben
insisted
.
"
It
must
have
been
a
mistake
.
I
’
m
quite
sure
.
"
"
Beaten
to
death
in
a
speakeasy
.
"
"
But
I
happen
to
know
most
of
the
members
of
the
Racquet
Club
,
"
said
Hannan
.
"
It
MUST
have
been
the
Harvard
Club
.
"
Dick
got
up
,
Tommy
too
.
Prince
Chillicheff
started
out
of
a
wan
study
of
nothing
,
perhaps
of
his
chances
of
ever
getting
out
of
Russia
,
a
study
that
had
occupied
him
so
long
that
it
was
doubtful
if
he
could
give
it
up
immediately
,
and
joined
them
in
leaving
.
"
Abe
North
beaten
to
death
.
"
On
the
way
to
the
hotel
,
a
journey
of
which
Dick
was
scarcely
aware
,
Tommy
said
:
