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"I beg your pardon," he said. "I thought you were alone."
"I am just going," Mary Grover said in a cold, contained voice. "I have been discussing this mystery with Mr. Lethbridge. Of course, he has already told you that we are relatives, and that Mr. Payn is his uncle as well as mine. But perhaps I had better get back to the bedroom again.