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" Mister Lanyard sed as 'ow 'e might be quite lite, but 'e'd 'urry all 'e could, ma'am, and would the lidy please wite." "Thank you so much." "'Nk-you, ma'am." Smiling, Lanyard replaced the receiver and rang for the waiter. When that one answered, the adventurer was hatted and coated and opening his door. "I'm called out," he said "can't quite say when I'll be back.
To one side stood a manservant to whom Sofia paid no attention till the sound of his name on Karslake's tongue struck an echo from her memory. "Thanks, Nogam. Prince Victor home yet?" "Not yet, sir." "Tell him, please, when he comes in, we're waiting in the study." "'Nk-you, sir." The servant was the man whom Karslake had met in the Café des Exiles only a few hours before.
Lanyard declared, and escorted him to the desk. A knock sounded. Lanyard called: "Come in!" A sleepy manservant, half-dressed and warm from his bed, entered. "You rang, sir?" "Yes, Harris." Lanyard tossed him a sovereign. "Sorry to rout you out so late, but I need a cab. Whistle up a growler, will you?" "'Nk-you, sir." The man retired cheerfully, rewarded for many a night of broken slumber.
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