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With all the strings sorting themselves out in his hand, so to speak, Vincent was not allowing the grass to grow under his feet. As is usually the case with painstaking individuals, he found luck on his side, and was not disposed to release the advantage that a chance meeting in the grill room at the Savoy, which fortune had literally thrown at him. So that, late as it was, he was on his way to Lincombe before ten o'clock in his car with the mysterious passenger who was muffled up to the eyes. Then, presently, he found himself in Manthon's smoking-room telling the latter a strange story.
-"Lord bless my soul, is that a fact?" Manthon asked. "What a wonderful piece of news. If anybody else had told me, I would not have believed him. Anyway, we have the ball at our feet now and we can kick it where we like."