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Burlinson smoked his cigar down to the last fragrant puff before rising. He belonged to the class of men who never do anything in a hurry. And though Lance was naturally impatient, the calm assurance of the other's manner was soothing.
"Festina lente," Burlinson said, quoting his favorite motto. "No good thing was ever done in a hurry. We are going into Swanley presently on a little delicate business. When we come back I expect we shall have a pretty shrewd notion as to where the chloroform came from."