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Mayfield's face was grim and set; there was just a flash of contempt in his eyes for Speed, who was breathing hard. The dramatic part of the situation was lost on Mr. George Dashwood, who could think of nothing else beyond the speculative possibilities that Mayfield had been holding out to him.
"You don't seem to be any better," Mayfield said to Speed, "you look ghastly. Anybody would think that you had been caught in some crime."