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The great clock in the hall at Grange Court struck the hour of nine as, punctual as the timepiece itself, Sir Devereux Drummond came down to breakfast. He was not looking so bent and haggard as usual; there was a speculative look in his eyes and a puzzled frown on his forehead. He inquired of Watson why Miss Sybil was not down. A touch of the old commanding ring had come back into Sir Devereux's voice.
"Miss Sybil is not at all well, Sir Devereux," Watson replied. The faithful old servant was delighted to see signs of the master in his employer once more. "I was to say that she had a very bad headache."