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It was now Mr. Portlethorpe and I who looked at each other -- with a mutual questioning. What was Mr. Lindsey hinting, suggesting? And Mr. Portlethorpe suddenly turned on him with a direct inquiry.
"What is it you are after, Lindsey? " he asked. "There's something in your mind."