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smoked reflectively. “The future is something tremendous. You’ll get tons of money. You’ll give me ten per cent, eh? An international custom. You need Carson as well . . .”
In front of the shed there resounded the horn of a motor-car.
“Thank God,” said Carson with relief, “here’s the car. Well, my dear sir, we’ll be off.”
“Where?”
“For the moment, to eat.”
