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A FEW seconds later came Maurice Meister, his debonair self, yet not wholly at his ease. He strode into the room, examined his wrist--watch ostentatiously, and looked from one to the other.
"I think there must be some mistake," he said. "I thought I was going to see the Chief Constable."