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This was close to an assertion of downright dishonesty. At that moment Huroki stole in on padded feet, as noiseless as a wraith. "Yes, Huroki?" His master turned, inquiringly. "Mr. Leigh," was the butler's announcement. "Show him in," said Manton; then he hurried over to us. "Courtlandt Leigh, the banker, you know." I imagine I showed my surprise, for Kennedy smiled as he caught my face.
I would have guessed him to be an author, I believe, had I met him at random anywhere in the city. He affected all the professional marks and mannerisms, and yet he did so gracefully. I noticed, in the little hall where Huroki placed our headgear, a single-jointed Malacca stick, a dark-colored and soft-brimmed felt hat, and a battered brief-case. That was Millard, unquestionably.
A Japanese butler, whom Manton called Huroki, took our hats and retreated with a certain emanating effluvium of subtlety such as I had known only once before, when the Oriental attendant left me on the occasion of my only visit to an opium den in Chinatown. A moment later Millard, who had been waiting, rose to greet us.
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