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Lethbridge lay with his eyes closed wondering what was going to happen next. He had not the remotest idea what had come to him. Vaguely he wondered why he was lying there. His head ached with a dull, throbbing pain, and he had difficulty in breathing. Apart from that, he was cognisant of nothing that suggested an accident, but all other emotions were swallowed up in surprise at Wilkinson's presence.
The inspector, after a cautious glance round the room, had removed the ragged fringe of beard from his chin and also something from his cheeks which had given his face the peculiar look of plumpness which in itself had afforded a perfect disguise.