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Brereton, standing back in the room, the cigar which Cotherstone had just given him unlighted in one hand, the glass which Lettie had presented to him in the other, was keenly watching the man who had just spoken and the man to whom he spoke. But all his attention was quickly concentrated on Cotherstone. For despite a strong effort to control himself, Cotherstone swayed a little, and instinctively put out a hand and clutched Bent's arm. He paled, too -- the sudden spasm of pallor was almost instantly succeeded by a quick flush of colour. He made another effort -- and tried to laugh.
"Nonsense, man! " he said thickly and hoarsely. "Murder? Who should want to kill an old chap like that? It's -- here, give me a drink, one of you -- that's -- a bit startling!"