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Sir Francis Maynard, the Superintendent of Police, or, as he was generally called, the "Commissary," was in anything but a good temper as he sat at breakfast in his comfortable official residence on the outskirts of Goulburn.
In the first place he had "made a night of it" on the previous evening, with a select party of friends is his own rank of life. He had drunk more champagne than was good for him, and he was rather hazy as to the exact amount of his losses at baccarat.