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“Where have I seen that face before?” said a voice. Tony Graham looked up from his bag.
Hullo, Allen,” he said, “what the dickens are you up here for?”
“I was rather thinking of doing a little boxing. If you’ve no objection, of course.”
“But you ought to be on a bed of sickness, and that sort of thing. I heard you’d crocked yourself.”
“So I did. Nothing much, though. Trod on myself during a game of fives, and twisted my ankle a bit.”
“In for the middles, of course?”
“Yes.”
“So am I.”