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Two days later, at the stroke of ten, Frank Doughton sprang from his taxi in front of the office of the _Evening Times_.
He stood for a moment, drawing in the fresh March air, sweet with the breath of approaching spring. The fog of last night had vanished, leaving no trace. He caught the scent of Southern lilacs from an adjoining florist shop.