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He was a tall man with a
domelike head, piercing eyes and formidable nose. Ann's description had
been terribly accurate. He observed the tail of his coat carefully and
finding no damage, seemed relieved.
"Sit here," said Callandar affably. "And don't expect me to make you
welcome, because you aren't. What misfortunate chance has brought you
to Coombe?"
"Neither fortune nor chance had anything at all to do with it," declared
the visitor. "I followed your luggage. I wanted to see you."
"Well, take a good look."
"I think you can guess why."
"Yes," with a sigh. "I was always a good guesser. And, frankly, Willits,
I wish you hadn't."
"I do not doubt it. But, first, is there any other place where we can
talk?"
"Don't you like this?" innocently.
The Button-Moulder's look of surprised anguish was sufficient answer.
Callandar laughed.
"You always were a bit narrow in your views, Willits. How often have I
impressed upon you that beauty depends upon understanding? I don't
suppose you have even tried to understand this room? No? Will it help
any if I tell you that Mrs.


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