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tell the story.” He looked at his watch. “I can reach him at hotel, I think. Excuse me.” He took up the telephone and summoned Fyfe. Then he went over and sat down in a chair at the beach-comber’s side. “Now we will rest as comfortable as may be. You, Smith, explore your mind and arrange story in advance. Kindly remember—the truth.”

The beach-comber nodded. “You're on, Inspector. The truth this time.” He looked down at his battered shoes. “I knew it was too good to last. Got a cigarette? No? Neither have I. Oh, well, life’s like that.”

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