The hieroglyphical cuff, if you please." Themar's snarl was unintelligible.

Smiling, Philip unbuttoned the stiff band of linen and drew it slowly off.
"A pity!" said he with gentle, sarcastic apology in his eyes.

"Such perfect work! And after all that infernal bother of stealing the key!" Philip lightly dropped the cuff into the pocket of his coat.
"And the key, Themar," he reminded gently, "the key to the Baron's desk?
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