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The clocks in the neighbourhood were striking eleven as Clutton pulled up before Magavitch's shop and rang the bell. He jerked it impatiently at least half a dozen times before he heard the shuffle of feet and caught the rays of a lamp under the door. Then Magavitch's yellow face peered out, and there was an uneasy smirk on his features as he recognised his visitor.
"I am honoured," he said. "I am overwhelmed at your noble lordship's condescension. It is many years since my poor shop has been honoured with a patron so distinguished."