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THEY stood about the fireplace, Ricardo upon one side, Maltby on the other, and Hanaud, serene, masterful, in the middle. The Manzanilla and the Port were forgotten. It was the scene of three men, Ricardo realised; the inevitable great scene of the plays of Sardou; and this one stage-managed--produced was the modern word, wasn't it?--by Hanaud, chief dramatist of the Sureté Francaise.
"I have a present for you," said Hanaud, smiling.