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"One of us has got to die," he panted. The psychic vibration of him thickened the air of the room as if he were already inside. She entered the last room, his bedroom. London, Paris, Rome! There were no hotel labels on the patient's trunk, but there were ship labels; and by these she was able to reconstruct the journey: from New York to Naples, thence to Alexandria; from Port Saïd to Colombo; from Colombo to Bombay; from Calcutta to Rangoon, thence down to Singapore; from Singapore to Hong-Kong. She made up her mind in the train home that it should be a decisive crisis. "And now, in return for your liberality, I'll inform you of a secret with which it is important you should be acquainted. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl.
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