"You have reported this note to the police?" he cried, wheeling on Colonel Robinson. All his complacent good humour suddenly vanished. "Now my family will hear about it— my wife will perish of fear."
"Let the Commissioner see the note," snapped Robinson, not pleased at the objections of the trapeze king. Grunting disapproval, Sebastian walked into a deep closet at the far end of the room, lifted a brief case down from a shelf, and began to finger through its jumble of contents.
"Sebastian is a real trouper," explained Robinson, at once himself again. "They all resent outsiders— but he would give you his shirt. Born in a tent and wants to die nowhere else but in the show— the son, the grandson, and the great-grandson of an acrobat. The Sebastian family is famous all over Europe."
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