A little, knuckly man bounded into Clement Seadon’s cabin with an india-rubber violence. He snapped the door closed, and faced the startled young man. “You needn’t think. You don’t know. I’m a complete stranger to you--in the flesh. But don’t talk. I haven’t much time.”…
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