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Lutchester, to all appearance, remained sublimely unconscious of the tension which his words and appearance seemed to have created. He had strolled a little further into the room, and was looking down at the packet which he still held.
"You are wondering how I got hold of this, of course? " he observed. "Just one of those simple little coincidences which either mean a great deal or nothing at all."