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IV
The bell pealed1 aggressively. Tressilian rose from his seat in the pantry and went slowly out andalong to the door.
The bell pealed again. Tressilian frowned. Through the frosted glass of the door he saw thesilhouette of a man wearing a slouch hat.
Tressilian passed a hand over his forehead. Something worried him. It was as thougheverything was happening twice.
Surely this had happened before. Surely—
“Is this where Mr. Simeon Lee lives?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’d like to see him, please.”
A faint echo of memory awoke in Tressilian. It was an intonation4 of voice that heremembered from the old days when Mr. Lee was first in England.
The stranger interrupted.
He drew out an envelope and handed it to the butler.
“Please give this to Mr. Lee.”
“Yes, sir.”
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