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The next morning Mr Davison did not put in an appearance at breakfast. So Mr Lintorn went to look for him in his room. He knocked at the door.
"Who's there?" growled a voice within.
"Lintorn. May I come in?"
Without waiting for the required permission he entered. The hero was still in bed. There was that look about him which is noticeable