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Once more Fawley crossed that huge spacious apartment, at the far end of which Berati sat enthroned behind his low desk, a grim and motionless figure. The chair on his left-hand side was vacant. There was no sign anywhere of Patoni.
"I ought to apologise for my sudden return to Rome, perhaps," Fawley ventured. "Events marched quicker than I had anticipated. Except for a brief stay at Monte Carlo, I have come here directly from Paris."