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"Let a fellow in? Oh -- sorry! Did I wake you up? " Black looked up, dazedly. It struck him that Red didn't appear particularly sorry, in spite of his brusque apology. The red-headed doctor stood just within the minister's study door, bearing all the appearance of one who comes on the wings of some consuming enthusiasm.
Black pushed a number of sheets of closely written paper under a convenient magazine. He ran his hand across his forehead, thrusting back dark locks more or less in disarray. His eyes were undeniably heavy.