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Cheyne was ushered into a small, plainly furnished room, in which at a table-desk was seated a rather stout, clean-shaven man with a cheerful, good humored face and the suggestion of a twinkle about his eye. He stood up as Cheyne entered, looked him over critically with a pair of very keen dark blue eyes, and then smiled.
"Mr. Maxwell Cheyne? " he said genially. "I am Inspector French. You wish to consult us? Now just sit down there and tell me your trouble, and we'll do what we can for you."