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After he had despatched his urgent telephone message to a mysterious individual somewhere in the background, Beaucaire washed his swollen face and sat down with what patience he could to wait for a reply.
But though the hours and the minutes slipped on, no sign came, and Beaucaire was fain to retire to his room at length and try to sleep. He came back to his sitting-room some time in the middle of the morning, very stiff and very sore and still unrefreshed and uneasy in his mind, wondering why he had heard nothing from the man at the other end of the wire. Then at length he could stand it no longer and called up a number. An entirely strange voice answered him.