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RANDOLPH MASON leaned forward and struck his hand heavily on the arm of his chair.
"Forty thousand," he said sharply, "you owe that sum, sir? " His face looked old, sunken, and furrowed with heavy dark lines, but his eyes shone under his shaggy brows.