Chapter 22
DREXLEY SPEAKS OUT Douglas halted in the middle of the room. He knew Drexley but slightly, and his appearance was forbidding. Drexley waved him to a chair and looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, but his tone was steady enough. "They told me downstairs that you were inquiring for me," Douglas said. Drexley nodded. "Yes. Sit down, will you. I have a sort of message, and there is something I wanted to say." A waiter brought Douglas his coffee, and being in an extravagant mood he ordered a liqueur. "What'll you have?" he asked. Drexley hesitated, but finally shook his head. "No more," he said. "A cigar, if you like." Even then Drexley shrank from his task. Their chairs were close together and the room empty--yet for the first ten minutes they spoke of alien subjects, till a suggestive
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