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LAWRENCE hurriedly proceeded to Watney's rooms. It was long past twelve and the probabilities were that Watney had finished his night's work and was at home. He did not belong to the type of journalist who habitually turned day into night. He was no believer in the club or the smoking-room, especially as, in addition to his permanent appointments, he had a large clientele as a free-lance. He was just putting the finishing touches to an article when Lawrence came in.
"You are just in time," he said. "My idea was to have another pipe and then go to bed. Well, have you got the information for me? Did you get anything out of Le Blanc? Or did he score off you as successfully as he did in the morning?"