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nothing but -- By Jove, look at that!
The garden gate of The Haven had opened and a man had
emerged. There was no mistaking that tall, angular, straggling
figure. It was Ian Murdoch, the mathematician. A moment later
we confronted him upon the road.
Hullo! said Stackhurst. The man nodded, gave us a side-
ways glance from his curious dark eyes, and would have-passed
us, but his principal pulled him up.
What were you doing there? he asked.
Murdoch's face flushed with anger. I am your subordinate,
sir, under your roof. I am not aware that I owe you any account
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