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Since the day when he had turned his back upon world politics and adventures in many lands, Sir Philip Lyston had established himself in one of the backwaters of the Temple, where he had a suite of rooms and a wonderful library, in which he passed most of his spare time.
There was nothing about the little man with the bent shoulders and horn-rimmed spectacles to suggest a soldier and a diplomat and one who, in his time, had been the friend of kings and the confident a high officers of State in more than one country. But behind that mild reserve was an intellectual power and the fine courage that nothing could shake. And now the time has come when it seemed to Lyston that he could take things easily and write the books which had gone a long way to earn him an international reputation. He was the last man in the world to be idle, and therefore he had welcomed the commission which Heronspey had placed in his hands.