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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — VI: The Honorary Member (1920)

At six o'clock in the evening Colin Rayne, a young civilian in the Sudan Service, heard, as he sat on the balcony of the mess at Senga, the rhythmical thud of camels swinging in to their rest in the freshness of the night air.
"There's our man," he exclaimed, and running downstairs, he reached the door just as Hillyard's twelve camels and his donkeys trooped into the light. Hillyard was riding bareheaded, with his helmet looped to his saddle, a young man, worn thin by sun and exercise, with fair burnt hair, and a brown clean shaven face.
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — VI: The Honorary Member (1920)

That was all very well too. He was welcome at the Senga Mess. But he knew Sir Chichester Splay! He acquired in an instant the importance of a prodigy.
"But, since he is an honorary member of your mess, you must know him too," cried Hillyard. "He must have come this way."
"My dear Martin!" Luttrell expostulated, as one upbraiding a child. "Sir Chichester Splay out of London! The thing's inconceivable!"
"Inconceivable! Why, he lives in the country."
A moment of consternation stilled all voices. Then the Doctor spoke in a whisper.
"Is it possible that we are all wrong?"
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Portrait of A. E. W. Mason A. E. W. Mason The Summons — VI: The Honorary Member (1920)

Luttrell leaned back and relit his cigar.
"When other people come to be mentioned in the newspapers day after day, sooner or later some information about them slips out, some characteristic thing. If you don't get to know their appearance, you learn at all events their professions, their opinions. But of Sir Chichester Splay—never anything at all. Yet he is there always, nothing can happen without his presence, a man without a shadow, a being without a history. To me, a simple soldier, he is admirable beyond words.
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