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It was a windy evening, Professor MacPherson drove to the hideout situated in a non-residential part of California after Mason had alighted from the car. When Professor MacPherson was closer to the hideout, he parked his car, alighted from the vehicle and walked towards the entryway.
“Good evening, professor MacPherson,” the gangsters chorused. “Good evening, guys,” professor MacPherson said and stood in-between Charles and Dickson.
“I hope you had a nice day?” Charles said. “I should have, but it was strenuous due to my tight schedule,” professor MacPherson said and gazed at Charles’ face.
“I am so sorry about that, professor MacPherson,” Charles said. “Thank you very much. What is that thing we couldn’t discuss on the phone?” Professor MacP
