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Phil stood there listening intently. The interview with Brachi had got on his nerves. The present would have been a very awkward moment for Silverdale's return. To have forced his way into Silverdale's private room with the excuse--and a good excuse--of warning him of the peril in which he stood, was one thing. To be caught in a burglarious situation was quite another matter. And Silverdale was pretty certain to suspect the very worst. He had always refused to give anybody credit for a really disinterested action, and there would be no occasion for him to reverse his opinion, of human nature.
"I'm sorry I came." Phil muttered. "And yet I feel that I have not wasted any time. Still, Brachi said that Silverdale would not return--he spoke positively on that point. And Brachi seemed to be pretty well posted in the movements of that scoundrel. Anyway, I'll get out of here, and tell Elsie what I have discovered, to-morrow."