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-"WONDER what's become of Mowbray," remarked Paxton, looking up at the big clock for the twentieth time. "He said he'd be here at six, didn't he? And under the fishes? Is that right?"
-"Quite correct," I replied. "Well, it's only five past now. He'll be here presently. I only hope he's got some show in sight to raise the wind on when he does come."