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In the failing London light, as Kirk rose and stood near the window, his countenance was even more sinister and more mysterious than ever. About his lips played that enigmatical, sarcastic smile which so tantalised and irritated me. Here was a man who had actually deceived the hard-headed Sheffield magnate into a belief that he possessed power and influence, while, in reality, he was only a clever adventurer.
"Sit down, Holford," he said, in a cheery voice, inviting me to a big leather arm-chair. "The time has come when it is very necessary for you and me to arrive at some clear and definite understanding."