CHAPTER VI
THE ECHO OF A CRIME
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Macheson, by Jove! Where on earth have you sprung from?”
Holderness threw down his pen and held out both his hands. Macheson drew a long sigh of relief.
“From the pigsties, Dick. Whew! It’s good to see you again—to be here!”
Holderness surveyed his friend critically.
“What have you been up to?” he asked. “Look washed out, as though you’d had a fever or something. I’ve been expecting to see you every day.”
“I’ve been on a pleasure trip to Paris,” Macheson answered. “Don’t talk about it, for God’s sake.”
Holderness roared with laughter.