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Lord Cawthorne did not feel inclined to return immediately to the Castle when he left the managing director's office. At the Castle there was no one to talk to but his cousin, and he remembered his morning's interview with the veiled man, with a certain sense of soreness. He decided to take a stroll through the town and see the sights. Skirting the great noisy works he arrived, after five minutes' brisk walking, half-deafened, in Stayton's main street--a long straight road, planted with trees and flanked with shops and cottages. The clangour of the docks pursued him even there, but in gradual if stormy diminuendo, so that he could presently think of other things. He thought forthwith of Sir Felix Greig's pretty typewriter, and so intently that he failed to notice the courteous greetings of the townsfolk whom he encountered.
"An extremely pretty girl," he muttered as he passed the Town Hall. "A marvellously pretty girl," as he neared the Cawthorne Arms Hotel. "Fancy being a typewriter," as he left the town behind.