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Cathcart nodded mechanically. By this time he was beyond emotion of all kind. Nothing would have surprised him. The man with the tarry films on his nails bent over Bath with a suggestion of annoyance. From a little way off the tense silence was broken by the gentle tones of the piano. A clear voice was trying a love-song in liquid Italian.
"That was an unfortunate blow," the newcomer said.