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"It's very near made a stretcher-case of him," he said, indicating the
prostrated Fosdike. "You're cooler. Walking wounded."
"I ... really...."
"Shake hands, old cock," said Martlow, "I know you've got it writ up in
there----" he jerked his head towards the hall--"that I'm the chief
glory of Calderside, but damme if you're not the second best yourself,
and I'll condescend to shake your hand if it's only to show you I'm not
a ghost."
Sir William decided that it was politic to humour this visitor. He
shook hands. "Then, if you know," he said, "if you know what this
building is, it isn't accident that brings you here to-night."
"The sort of accident you set with a time-fuse," said Martlow grimly.
"I told you I'd been dodging the police for a week lest any of my old
pals should recognise me. I was waiting to get you to-night, and
sitting tight and listening. The things I heard! Nearly made me take my
hat off to myself. But not quite. Not quite. I kept my hat on and I
kept my hair on. It's a mistake to act premature on information
received.


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