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I was working late at the Temple next day, and it was nearly seven before I got up to go home. Macgillivray had telephoned to me in the afternoon saying he wanted to see me, and suggesting dinner at the Club, and I had told him I should come straight there from my Chambers. But just after six he had rung me up again and proposed another meeting place.
"I've got some very important news for you, and want to be quiet. There's a little place where I sometimes dine -- Rapaccini's, in Antioch Street. I'll meet you there at half-past seven."