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THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY.
BEFORE one of the fresh faces could appear at the doorway, Gregory's stunned surprise had fallen from him.

He was beside the table with a bound, and a noise in his throat like a wild beast.

He caught up the Colt's revolver and took aim at Syme.

Syme did not flinch, but he put up a pale and polite hand.
"Don't be such a silly man," he said, with the effeminate dignity of a curate.