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Davidge preserved a strict silence as he and Triffitt went down in the elevator, but when they had reached the ground floor he took the reporter's arm again, and as they crossed the entrance hall gave it a significant squeeze.
"You'll see two or three rather heavy swells, some of 'em in evening dress, hanging about the door," he murmured. "Look like residents, coming in or going out, puffing their cigars and their cigarettes, eh? They're my men -- all of 'em! Take no notice -- there'll be your friend Carver outside -- I gave him a hint. Join him, and hang about -- you'll have something to do a bit of newspaper copy about presently."