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Far after midnight though it had been when we had at last turned in at our apartment, Kennedy was up even earlier than usual in the morning. I found him engrossed in work at the laboratory.
"Just in time to see whether I'm right in my guess about the illness of Brixton," he remarked, scarcely looking up at me.