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Over a marble-topped table in a retired corner of the cafe Stephen Hurd listened to the story of the man whom Macheson had delivered over to him, and the longer he listened the more interesting he found it. When at last all was told, the table itself was strewn with cigarette stumps, and their glasses had three times been replenished. The faces of both men were flushed.
"You see," the little man said, glancing for a moment at his yellow-stained fingers, and then beginning to puff furiously at a fresh cigarette, "the time is of the shortest. Jean le Roi -- well, his time is up! He may be here to-morrow, the next day, who can tell? And when he comes he will kill her! That is certain!"