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Middlemass smiled grimly, and his fingers clenched in a way that Blossom did not like. The latter might be reckoned with if he had a knife or a gun, but he was physically inferior to Middlemass, who, he could see, was itching to be at him.
"I expected you to lie," Middlemass observed. "But denial is useless. I know South Africa well, and, as a sportsman, I have travelled all over the country. I remember a day or two at Modderspruit, where I came into contact with you and some others. Had I not done so, you would have been spared that nasty scar on your left temple. We met the first time five years ago up North at a cross-country meeting. An infuriated gathering of backers were engaged in the agreeable pastime of half-drowning you in a pond. If I had not interfered, there would be no Mr. Blossom, alias Glenister, to-day."