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The offices of Verity & Co. closed promptly at midday on Saturdays, and usually a few minutes afterwards the premises were deserted till ten o'clock on the Monday. On this particular morning in April, most of the staff had already departed, and Gilmour was packing up his papers, when a visitor interrupted him. He bustled in confident and alert and obviously sure of his ground.
"Name of Beaven," he said. "Representing Markham Brothers. Sorry to detain you, Mr. Gilmour, but a rather unpleasant thing has happened, and no doubt you will be able to put it right."