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The man hesitated for a moment.
"Well, if you must, you must," Sefton said politely regretful. "But one moment, will you do me a slight favor? I have an important letter to write, and my hand is injured. I would get Rayne or one or the others to write the letter, only it has to do with a mutual acquaintance who would not like any of our set to know the circumstances of the case. Would you mind doing it for me from dictation?"