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"I am a bit," he said sulkily. The meeting seemed to be going on the wrong lines. He said angrily, "I'm sorry."
"Why? I could do with a bit of drink myself."
He said, "I've been with the British police. They are satisfied I didn't do it. But I've learned everything from them. Harry was in a racket--a bad racket." He said hopelessly, "He was no good at all. We were both wrong."
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