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If Hommany hoped to get away from Yorkshire the following morning without encountering Barrados again he was doomed to disappointment. The latter, on the very best of terms with himself, swaggered out on to the terrace when Hommany was waiting for his car and accosted him gaily. The insolent sweep of his upturned moustache was more in evidence than ever, and his smile more insulting.
"Well?" he suggested. "Well? You have been thinking it over, my friend, and you have concluded that----"