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There was considerable excitement in Laurence Avenue when a few mornings later Mr. Alfred Burton, in a perfectly appointed motor-car, drew up before the door of Clematis Villa. In a very leisurely manner he descended and stood looking around him for a moment in the front garden.
"Poky little place," he said half to himself, having completed a disparaging survey. "Hullo, Johnson! How are you?"