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the visitor with a gravely impassive smile. The man, slight of form, lustrous of feature, had an aloof dignity; he had, moreover the noetic subtlety of a very old civilization.
"Mr. Wygram in? Give him my card, will you?"
In the presence of such forceful, deliberate authority the smile of the janitor became a bow. Mr. Hartz produced a card. "Tell him, please, a very urgent matter."
The man bowed again. Saul Hartz took this further obeisance as an invitation to enter. With cat-footed elegance the Egyptian silently bore the card to his master.
