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THE SECRET ADVERSARY
"You," he said beneath his breath. "You! I might have known."
Seeing that he was disposed to offer no resistance, their grip slackened. Quick as a flash his left hand, the hand which bore the big signet ring, was raised to his lips. . . .
"'Ave, Cæsar! te morituri salutant,'" he said, still looking at Tommy.
Then his face changed, and with a long convulsive shudder he fell forward in a crumpled heap, whilst an odour of bitter almonds filled the air.
