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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Eight…

Then I heard a bell ring and the butler appeared. The door of the back room opened, and the First Sea Lord came out. He walked past me, and in passing he glanced in my direction, and for a second we looked each other in the face.
Only for a second, but it was enough to make my heart jump. I had never seen the great man before, and he had never seen me. But in that fraction of time something sprang into his eyes, and that something was recognition. You can't mistake it. It is a flicker, a spark of light, a minute shade of difference, which means one thing and one thing only.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Eight…

But Sir Walter knows and I'm working for him. If any one comes and asks if I am here, tell him a lie."
He nodded, and presently there was a noise of voices in the street and a furious ringing at the bell. I never admired a man more than that butler. He opened the door and with a face like a graven image waited to be questioned.
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Portrait of John Buchan John Buchan The Thirty-Nine Steps — Chapter Eight…

One of them was Mr. Marmduke Jopley.
He saw me and stopped short.
"By God, the murderer!" he cried. "Here, you fellows, hold him! That's Hannay, the man who did the Portland Place murder!" He gripped me by the arm and others crowded around.
I wasn't looking for any trouble, but my ill temper made me play the fool. A policeman came up, and I should have told him truth and, if he didn't believe it, demanded to be taken to Scotland Yard or, for that matter, to the nearest police station.
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