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It was not until lunch-time on the following Monday that Ellis heard anything further as to what had transpired at Cray when he met Rust at the club. The latter had come along direct from the office for his usual leisurely hour or so.
"Well," Rust said, "I suppose you want to know, you know, like the man who called at the Circumlocum Office."