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BILL BROUGHLEY was a bachelor of simple tastes and ample means. He was massively built and no one would have called him brainy. He was honest, good-hearted and hated worry. His father had been the proprietor of a big printing business and when, on his death, it was sold to a combine, Bill invested the proceeds in securities that produced a sure and comfortable income, even after the government had lopped off its very substantial share. It was an arrangement, free from care, that entirely suited his unambitious soul.
Fond of golf and of bridge, life at such places as the Dormy House of the Barrington Golf Club suited him very well indeed for a good portion of the year. He was nearing forty and had felt no urge to matrimony. He invited men friends from town to stay with him and play with him and that seemed to satisfy his needs. It was only lately that he had begun to ask himself if he was not missing a good deal.