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mannikin in a puppet-show. He was brusque, touchy and badtempered. The first thing he asked Ashenden was:
" Are you fond of music?"
" Yes."
" No one here cares a damn for it. I play the violin. But if you like it, come to my room one day and I'll play to you."
" Don't you go," said McLeod, who heard him. "It's torture."
" How can you be so rude?" cried Miss Atkin. "Mr. Campbell plays very nicely."
" There's no one in this beastly place that knows one note from another," said Campbell.
With a derisive chuckle McLeod walked off. Miss Atkin tried to smooth things down.
" You mustn't mind what Mr. McLeod said."
" Oh, I don't. I'll get back on him all right."
He played the same tune over and over again all that afternoon. McLeod banged on the floor, but Campbell went on. He sent a message by a maid to say that he had a headache and would Mr. Campbell mind not playing; Campbell replied that he had a perfect right to play and if Mr. McLeod didn't like it he could lump it. When next they met high words passed.
Ashenden was put at a table with the pretty Miss Bishop, with Templeton, and with a London man, an accountant, called Henry Chester. He was a stocky, broad-shouldered, wiry little fellow, and the last person you would ever have thought would be attacked by T.B. It had come upon him as a sudden and unexpected blow. He was a perfectly ordinary man, somewhere between thirty and forty, married, with two children. He lived in a decent suburb. He went up to the city every morning and read the morning paper; he came down from the city every evening and read the evening paper. He had no interests except his business and his family. He liked his work; he made enough money to live in comfort, he put by a reasonable sum every year, he played golf on Saturday afternoon and on Sunday, he went every August for a three weeks' holiday to the same place on the east coast; his children would grow tip

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