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And the record had no loose ends.
He owed no man a farthing.
The door behind him opened softly and a small gray-headed man peered into the room.
"Mr.Annesley, if I might take the liberty--" "Ah, MacNab ?" Samuel Annesley swung round promptly.
"I trust, sir, I do not intrude ?" "'Intrude,' man?
Why ?" "Oh, nothing, sir," answered the little man vaguely, with a dubious glance at Mr.Annesley's eyes.

"Only I thought perhaps--at such a moment--old scenes, old associations--and you leaving us for ever, sir!" "Tut, nonsense! You have something to say to me.

Anything forgotten ?" "Nothing in the way of business, sir.