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Lyston sat in his quiet rooms in the Temple, making a final revision of his plans, which at length he had worked out so to speak, to the last decimal. He knew when and how he was going to strike, and directly one more fact was duly established he was going to put the crown upon his work. There came to him presently one Detective-Inspector Calcraft from Scotland Yard, who entered quietly into the pleasant sitting-room and took the cigarette that Lyston offered him.
"Well, here I am, Sir Philip," the newcomer said. "And I think I can give you the information you require. Then perhaps you will tell me what it all means."