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Dugdale listened to this statement calmly. In other circumstances he might have marvelled at what appeared to be a coincidence, but, really, there was no coincidence about the matter. For some time he had begun to recognise that he was merely the slave of circumstance. He felt sure there was some power behind urging him on and watching his every movement. From the first he had conceived a high opinion of the mental qualities of Paul Quentin. He was either a man of the highest integrity, or a cold-blooded scoundrel who was using Dugdale for his own ends. To a certain extent Dugdale inclined to the latter opinion. He had by no means forgotten what he had seen in the establishment of Joseph Varna or the warning which Rachel Varna had given him.
He had chosen deliberately to ignore this mainly for the simple reason that he was not his own master. Had something else turned up he might have declined the proposal of Grenadus, but nothing else had presented itself, and the prospect of starvation had been coming unpleasantly close.