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Just as he was turning to leave Little Thatch, Macdonald came face to face with an elderly gentleman clad in pleasant, comfortable-looking tweeds of faded greyish blue. So sure was Macdonald of the gentleman’s identity that he said, “Colonel St Cyres?” without much of a question in his voice.
“Yes. You have business here?”