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Blythe was not very far away from his hotel during the next day, because he knew perfectly well that it would not be long before Shute and Macglendy came in search of him. It was just after tea when he was seated in the Metropolitan lounge that the confederates came up and accosted him none too civilly.
"Now, don't make a scene here," Blythe said quietly. "If you have anything to say, follow me up to my private room."