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trousers-pocket, smiled apologetically, and said:
"Sir."
"You are a house-agent, are you not?" asked Rupert.
To the delight of that criminal investigator, Mr. Montmorency's eyes wandered unquietly towards Lieutenant Keith, the only man present that he knew.
"A house-agent," cried Rupert again, bringing out the word as if it were "burglar."
"Yes … oh yes," said the man, with a quavering and almost coquettish smile. "I am a house-agent … oh yes."
"Well, I think," said Rupert, with a sardonic sleekness, "that Lieutenant Keith wants to speak to you. We have come in by his request."
Lieutenant Keith was lowering gloomily, and now he spoke.
"I have come, Mr. Montmorency, about that house of mine."
"Yes, sir," said Montmorency, spreading his fingers on the flat counter. "It's all
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