"Very well, Mr. Marwood," he answered slowly. "I agree. I will operate to-morrow as I arranged." Without another word he left the room, and as he closed the door, his patient's harsh, grating chuckle came to his ears. "Your coat, sir." He turned to find the impassive footman holding his overcoat in readiness. "Might I ask if you are operating to-morrow, sir?" "I am," said Daventry briefly. "I trust you will be successful, sir." Bryan Daventry looked at him quickly, and for a moment the eyes of the two men met. And …
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