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Cathcart gazed intently at the muffled figure on the doorstep. The man in the fur coat did not ring the bell, but walked straight into the house. "It seems hardly possible," George said. "Syrett told me just now that Sir Cyril Bath was very ill indeed, confined to his bed, and very feverish. Those rascals must be greatly alarmed for him to take such a step as that."
Russet was shaking with excitement. She was vaguely alarmed.