Wray put his fingers up. Four red streaks ran parallel across his cheek bone. He touched the marks with his hand, then looked at his finger tips.

"Oh, that? Seems like I must have butted into something."  He gave a short, unmirthful laugh. "Don't make me look any prettier, does it? Funny I didn't feel it before."  And then, as he turned to the inner office, "Is Mulrennan coming back?" he asked.

"Oh, that? Seems like I must have butted into something."  He gave a short, unmirthful laugh. "Don't make me look any prettier, does it? Funny I didn't feel it before."  And then, as he turned to the inner office, "Is Mulrennan coming back?" he asked.

"Yes, at five."

"Yes, at five."

Wray glanced at the clock.  "Has Bent been in?"

Wray glanced at the clock.  "Has Bent been in?"

"No."

"No."

"When will those papers be ready?"

"When will those papers be ready?"

"To-night, if you want them."

"To-night, if you want them."

"Good!"  Wray turned, with his hand on the knob of the door.  "When Pete comes, send him back. Will you, Larry?"

"Good!"  Wray turned, with his hand on the knob of the door.  "When Pete comes, send him back. Will you, Larry?"

Larry Berkely nodded, and Wray went into the back office and closed the door behind him. He took out his keys and unlocked the desk, but, instead of sitting at once, he went over to a cracked mirror in the corner and examined his face, grinning at his image and touching the red marks with his 

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