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Julius Cardella crept from the telephone into the dining-room, with his knees knocking together, and a dry patch at the back of his threat. The man was hard enough when no physical danger was at hand. He could face an angry meeting of defrauded shareholders without a flutter--the thought of it would not have affected His appetite. But in a moment of actual peril like this be became as a frightened child. He dropped into a chair, and grasped a glass of brandy. Mr. John Smith appeared to be lost in dreaming meditations.
"A diabolical outrage," Cardella gurgled. "Most audacious thing I ever heard of."