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DOVELUCK'S teeth came together with a snap. For the moment it looked as if he were going to show fight. He seemed to be measuring Watney with his eye. Then, apparently, he made up his mind that the game would be hardly worth the candle. There was a grimness and determination about the journalist which decided Doveluck. He bowed and smiled sarcastically.
"Don't mention it," he said. "I am only too pleased to see you. Won't you come inside? Your companion will show you the way. She has been here before. We have nothing to conceal. I may remark, however, that it is rather late to pay a call, but doubtless you have a good reason for coming at this time in the evening."