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It was to be a night of adventures and surprises, and Wilkinson drew himself upright and took a deep breath directly his eye fell upon the man whom he concluded to be Sir Montagu Goshe. He had not come with the expectation of meeting an old friend, but his eyes sparkled and his lips compressed grimly as he overhauled the man in evening dress. But he was here to listen. It might be possible to act later.
The two men were smoking moodily, and for a while there was a long pause. Murshee sat tilted back in an armchair, his legs crossed and his bare feet working as if they had been a pair of hands.