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It was getting late the following night when Sebastian Wilde was seated alone in his library with the impatient air of one who is expecting something out of the common to happen. There was a moody frown on his face, and uneasiness that found vent presently in more or less incoherent mutterings.
-"Now, what the devil has happened to Ebbsmith?" he asked himself. "Not a word from him last night and no sign all day. If I hadn't been a fool, I should have insisted that he took lodgings in London somewhere where he was on the telephone. However, it doesn't much matter, because in a few hours' time I shall be able to get rid of both Ebbsmith and Barrs, and then the world will see what it will see."