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There was no reason to repeat the question, no cause so much as to raise an eyeglass. Kant had taken up his cue perfectly.
-"I am very sorry, Mr. Spencer, sir," Kant said, humbly, and Dick knew that it would be wise of him to respond to the name of Spencer, which meant nothing after all. "James muddled up the order, sir. If there is anything that I can do, sir----"