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Brent went back to his hotel to find the Town Clerk of Hathelsborough waiting for him in his private sitting-room. His visitor, a sharp-eyed man whose profession was suggested in every look and movement, greeted him with a suavity of manner which set Brent on his guard.
"I am here, Mr. Brent," he said, with an almost deprecating smile, "as -- well, as a sort of informal deputation -- informal."