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Colson walked away from the police station till he came to a shop. It was Sunday and, of course, the shutters were up, but he rang the bell at the side door. It was opened by the proprietor, a thin, sandy-haired man, who shook hands with the detective.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Colson," he said, "come in, won't you? We were just sitting down to tea. The wife will be pleased, I'm sure, if you'll join us."