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Now Mitter had made a grave miscalculation when he had so comforted himself with the thought that no anxiety would be felt about the kidnapped men, until long after darkness had set in.
On the contrary, they were being looked for by half-past nine that same morning, by eleven o'clock the local police had been called in, by twelve Scotland Yard had been communicated with, and by two Gilbert Larose had come tearing into Cambridge at a whirlwind speed.