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George congratulated himself on the fact that he had not removed any of his clothing. He had even donned his boots and slipped on his big coat before he left the room. The South African training had taught him to do that almost without thinking. But in all the many strange situations he had been in during the last two years he could recall nothing like the present one.
The thing did not look like an act of impertinence on any-body's part, nor did George see how anybody could have slipped by him in the gloom of the corridor.