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At twenty minutes to seven that night Dr. Shillington 'phoned sharply for his car, and five minutes later was being driven down to the Priory.
He had not referred again to the matter of his chauffeur's knowledge of the death of Colonel Jasper on the island, and the latter was devoutly hoping that he had forgotten it. At any rate, Bob Jameson, fortified now with a hearty tea which had included a heady bottle of strong beer, was quite a different being from the panicky and empty-stomached creature of the morning. He was inspired again, too, with faith in his old pal, Fred Mason, and in consequence was prepared now to father as many more lies as might be necessary. Already he felt a crisp £50 note rustling in his pocket.