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He felt that the man must be got rid of at once. He must not be

allowed to know where the picture was being taken to. There was

something sly about him, and he had thoughtful, treacherous eyes.

Sitting down at the writing-table he scribbled a note to Lord

Henry, asking him to send him round something to read and

reminding him that they were to meet at eight-fifteen that

evening.

"Wait for an answer," he said, handing it to him, "and show the

men in here."