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Cathcart stooped and picked up the battered glasses, he was perfectly calm again.
"For the life of me I cannot understand it at all," he said. "Despite a certain attempt at disguise and clumsiness, I recognise the Lone Star at a glance. You cannot deceive a man who has once sailed a ship. But how was it done?"