Harold legged it to the door of the studio. "Ponsonby?"

From within came the voice again, and I have never heard anything to

touch the combined pathos, dignity and indignation it managed to

condense into two words.

"Yes, sir?"

"What on earth are you doing in there?"

"I came here, sir, in accordance with your instructions on the

telephone, and----"

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