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They sat down, Ellery at the comfortable swivel-chair behind the desk, Weaver in one of the leather-covered chairs at the conference table.
Ellery relaxed, letting his glance shift from wall to wall of the library, flicker over the table, the litter of business papers, the pictures on the wall, the glass top of the desk before him.... His glance fell idly on the slip of blue memorandum paper by the telephone. With perfect unconcern he picked it up and read it.