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"I am afraid," Harcutt said, "that either the letter was a hoax, or the writer has thought better of the matter. It is half an hour past the time, and poor Mr. Blatherwick is still alone."
Wolfenden glanced towards the distant table where his father's secretary was already finishing his modest meal.