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Two burly, red-faced men were seated on the verandah, holding their hats in their hands. They were garbed in immaculate black, but they wore the broadcloth over their expansive chests with such an air of apologetic unsuitability that it was easy to place them as workmen masquerading in their Sunday clothes. On Alan's approach they arose with nervous haste and looked ludicrously uncomfortable.
"We want to see Mr. Digby, av ye plaze, sorr," said the foremost in a rich brogue. "Beggin' yer pardon, sorr, for makin' so free wid yer cosy chairs."