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Wilkinson smiled in a dubious sort of manner.
"I wouldn't worry about that, sir, if I were you," he said. "For one thing, you will find that no one will believe you. It is too much to ask anybody to credit a story like that. But all this is very irregular, and daresay I shall get myself into trouble for allowing you to say so much without warning you that whatever you say will be used in evidence against you. I ought to get back to Mr. Payn's house. I left the doctor there, so that I have done all I can. Perhaps you would like to come along."