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The next morning as Storm was on the point of starting for his office Homachi ushered in a visitor. He was a sturdy, well-built man with sandy hair and a lean, lantern-jawed face, and as he advanced and stood fumbling with his cap only a slight limp and sag of one hip betrayed the artificial limb which replaced the one he had left in France.
"Well, MacWhirter," Storm began cordially, and then his tone sharpened. "There isn't anything wrong at Greenlea?"