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They sat there talking for some time, discussing, amongst other things, the manner in which Fishbourne had retained his wife's gems in the Castle, until at length, the shadows began to fall, and it was getting time to dress for dinner. A little later on Macglendy, who had changed, walked along one of the corridors until he came to Shute's room, where he knocked and entered. Shute was already dressed and lay on the Chesterfield in the bay window of the big oak-panelled room smoking a meditative cigarette.
"Come in," he said. "I rather wanted to see you. Well, here we are, my friend, right in the very heart of things, with a dozen big houses within a radius of half as many miles. I suppose you managed all about the yacht before you came away?"