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The light was still fairly strong, so that it was possible for Wendover to see what was going on inside the room. Taking advantage of the scrub outside, he crept on his hands and knees near enough to get a view of the open door and the dingy room beyond. He could see that Martin was seated there with his head in his hands, lost to his surroundings, and evidently plunged into deep thought. He looked up in a dull, uncomprehending way as Garcia came forward, then something like fear and loathing crept into his eyes, and he rose to his feet.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded. "What do you want? Haven't I done enough for you? It's all very well for you to have the command of money to get about from place to place, but what of me? You know that I am penniless, you know that I had to walk part of the way here, and you have seen to it that I have to live on the few shillings I earn. And you promised me when the business of the Parsee was finished that you would give me money and let me go."