Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. ” Their agreement so far seemed remarkable, and yet as a home-coming the thing was a little lacking in warmth. Who is the other?” “What other?” Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. His sword done with, he took up the bludgeon; balanced it in his hand; upon the points of his fingers; and let it fall with a smash, intentionally, upon the table. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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