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"There's one thing I'd like to ask you before I go, Marcus, and that is: how did you work the safe? That was certainly the most ingenious——"

"Get out!" howled the man, his placid face distorted with rage. "Get out and don't come back here again."

Mr. Locks bowed slightly. He had the air of one who was accepting a polite dismissal. As he passed into the office of the scowling girl, he smiled and lifted his hat.

"Tearing myself away," he said apologetically. "I wanted to stay and have a little chat with you—come and have a bit of lunch one day."

She slipped past the counter opening and pushed him through the door, shutting it behind him.

"Temper," murmured Mr. Locks as he stepped blithely down the stairs. He admired women of spirit.

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Mr. Selby Lowe returned from Ascot as cool and as tidy as when he had departed. He hung up his silk hat in the hall, turned into the big sitting-room that he and Bill shared.

"The Jam has been playing the races and lost two hundred pounds," he announced as he took off his tight-fitting morning coat and struggled into a rusty velvet jacket that hung on a peg behind the door. "I guess he'll go home and order somebody to be executed."