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Mr. Samuel Gem touched his hat respectfully to the passing figure of George Cathcart, and grinned under cover of the darkness. Gem's philosophy was of the comfortable order just now. Fate had been very kind to him. Like some other people who do wrong things, the resulting benefits were material. He was much nearer now to the realisation of his fondest dreams. The country cottage and Miss Lottie Farr were getting closer.
"It's a funny world," Gem said profoundly. "A day or two ago that was my prisoner. To-day he's a gentleman at large and the victim of a scandalous conspiracy. All the same I don't want to see him again.