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It was a night in June. The Chief of the Criminal Investigation Department was pensive. "Did you ever want to marry, Fortune? " he murmured.
"Often; but never one at a time. " Reggie Fortune looked curiously at his host. The dinner had been good, the claret very good, the cigars were of the most benignant. But still -- "Why this touch of sentiment, Lomas? " said he.