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NOT by so much as a twitching muscle did Julian Reef betray his consternation. He looked evenly at Lord Frensham, his active mind busy. Three years before Frensham had deposited with him sixty thousand pounds' worth of safe securities. Of the original script not one single certificate remained. Bit by bit this gilt-edged stock had been sold to meet the pressing needs of the young financier, and had been replaced with script in his own companies, the majority of which was worth just the value of the securities as waste paper. Out of his own pocket had he paid, with punctilious regularity, the half-yearly dividends due on the old and sold stock.
-"Do you really mean that?" he asked steadily. "I'm rather surprised--it almost seems as though The Twister has managed to poison you with his beastly suspicions. Of course, if you want the stock back I'll apply to the bank today and send it along--"