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 			<p>“Sit down,” said Cajalos; “we will talk quietly, for I have a señora of high quality to see me touching a matter of lost affection.”</p>
 			<p>Essley took the chair offered to him and the doctor seated himself on a high stool by the table. A curious figure he made, with his dangling little legs, his old, old face and his shining bald pate.</p>
 			<p>“I wrote to you on the subject of certain occult demonstrations,” began the doctor, but the old man stopped him with a quick jerk of the hand.</p>
-			<p>“You came to see me, señor, because of a drug I have prepared,” he said, “a preparation of ⁠⸻”<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a></p>
+			<p>“You came to see me, señor, because of a drug I have prepared,” he said, “a preparation of ⸻”<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-2" id="noteref-2" epub:type="noteref">2</a></p>
 			<p>Essley sprang to his feet.</p>
 			<p>“I⁠—I did not tell you so,” he stammered.</p>
 			<p>“The green devil told me,” said the other seriously. “I have many talks with the foot-draggers, and they speak very truly.”</p>
 			<p>“I thought⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Look!” said the old man. He leapt down from his high perch with agility. In the dark corner of one of the rooms were some boxes, to which he went. Essley heard a scuffling, and by and by the old man came back, holding by the ears a wriggling rabbit.</p>
 			<p>With his disengaged hand he unstoppered a little green bottle on the table. He picked a feather from the table, dipped the point gingerly into the bottle. Then very carefully he lightly touched the nose of the rabbit with the end of the feather⁠—so lightly, indeed, that the feather hardly brushed the muzzle of the animal.</p>
 			<p>Instantly, with no struggle, the rabbit went limp, as though the life essence had been withdrawn from the body. Cajalos replaced the stopper and thrust the feather into a little charcoal fire that burnt dully in the centre of the room.</p>
-			<p>“P⁠⸺e,” he said briefly; “but my preparation.” He laid the dead animal on the floor at the feet of the other. “Señor,” he said proudly, “you shall take that animal and examine it; you shall submit it to tests beyond patience; yet you shall not discover the alkaloid that killed it.”</p>
+			<p>“P⁠⸺⁠e,” he said briefly; “but my preparation.” He laid the dead animal on the floor at the feet of the other. “Señor,” he said proudly, “you shall take that animal and examine it; you shall submit it to tests beyond patience; yet you shall not discover the alkaloid that killed it.”</p>
 			<p>“That is not so,” said Essley, “for there will be a contraction of the pupil which is an invariable sign.”</p>
 			<p>“Search also for that,” said the old man triumphantly.</p>
 			<p>Essley made the superficial tests. There was not even this invariable symptom.</p>

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 			<p>“What is it?” he asked innocently.</p>
 			<p>“These fellows who are threatening us, or rather threatening you; they haven’t any idea who it is who is running the show, have they?” he asked, with some apprehension.</p>
 			<p>Black shook his head smilingly. “I think not,” he said.</p>
-			<p>“You are speaking, of course, of the ‘Four Just Men.’”</p>
+			<p>“You are speaking, of course, of the ‘Four Just Men.’ ”</p>
 			<p>Sir Isaac gave a short nod.</p>
 			<p>“Yes,” Black went on, with an assumption of indifference, “I have had an anonymous letter from these gentlemen. As a matter of fact, my dear Sir Isaac, I haven’t the slightest doubt that the whole thing is a bluff.”</p>
 			<p>“What do you mean by ‘a bluff’?” demanded the other.</p>

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 			<p>“Where one picks up most of one’s undesirable acquaintances,” he said, “in the members’ enclosure. But racing is getting so damned respectable, Ikey, that a real top-notch undesirable is hard to meet.</p>
 			<p>“The last race-meeting I went to, what do you think I found? The tearoom crammed, you couldn’t get in at the doors; the bar empty. Racing is going to the dogs, Ikey.”</p>
 			<p>He was on his favourite hobby now, and Sir Isaac shifted uneasily, for the old man was difficult to divert when in the mood for reminiscent chatter.</p>
-			<p>“You can’t bet nowadays like you used to bet,” the earl went on. “I once backed a horse for five thousand pounds at 20⁠‒⁠1, without altering the price. Where could you do that nowadays?”</p>
+			<p>“You can’t bet nowadays like you used to bet,” the earl went on. “I once backed a horse for five thousand pounds at 20‒1, without altering the price. Where could you do that nowadays?”</p>
 			<p>“Let us walk about a little,” said the girl.</p>
 			<p>Lord Verlond was so engrossed in his grievance against racing society that he did not observe the two young people rise and stroll away.</p>
 			<p>Sir Isaac saw them, and would have interrupted the other’s garrulity, but for the wholesome fear he had of the old man’s savage temper.</p>

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 				<p>“You escaped tonight, and have only seven days to prepare yourself for the fate which awaits you.</p>
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-					<p epub:type="z3998:sender">‘The Four Just Men.’”</p>
+					<p epub:type="z3998:sender">‘The Four Just Men.’ ”</p>
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 			<p>He sank into his chair, crushed by the knowledge.</p>