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Philp glanced down just for a moment at Farrell, and saw that he was deadly pale, with a fine bead of perspiration on his forehead. He half rose to his feet, but dropped back again as Philp laid a hand upon his shoulder.
"Not quite yet," he murmured. "I wouldn't try and get away, if I were you. It's too late."