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Lethbridge turned the book over in his hand. He had forgotten all about the fugitive, and the man with the dark eyes. It was just light enough for him to see the quaint black letter type in which the book was printed. The volume was not new to him, either, for a copy of it had held a prominent place in the library of Jasper Payn at Beckenham Hall.
From the point of view of the collector, it was an exceedingly rare and valuable book, which might have fetched anything up to three hundred pounds. But it was not this particular point which was occupying John Lethbridge's attention. He was thinking what a strange thing it was that a volume bearing upon the culture of flowers should have been dropped by a perfect stranger so close to his own gate. He wondered whether this matter had some connection with the amazing outrage on Jasper Payn. But there had been so many coincidences of late that Lethbridge dismissed the idea as being almost outside the range of possibility.