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Dr. Eversham was in his consulting-room when Bill arrived, and fortunately was disengaged. Joyner knew him by sight, had passed casual greetings with him when they had met in the elevator or in the hall, and there was neither need for introduction nor explanation of the object of the lawyer's visit.

"Good morning, Mr. Joyner. Have you seen your client?" he asked, rising and shaking hands with the visitor.

"I have," said Bill seriously, "and I want to speak to you about her. She has been telling me that she interviewed you last night, particularly about Oscar Trevors and his illusion that he was in line for the kingship of Bonginda. She didn't make a mistake about that?"

The doctor shook his head.

"You're sure it was Bonginda, doctor?"

"Perfectly sure," said Eversham.

"Have you heard of this crazy coon that the English people call the Terror?"

The doctor nodded.

"I was reading about him last night—a very disagreeable person to meet on a dark night, I should imagine. Why? What is the connection with Mr. Trevors?"