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The door was opened, and we descended the steps, going a little
farther in the same direction away from the side of the house.
Then we turned at a right angle facing toward the back of the
house but well to one side of it. It must have been, I figured out
later, underneath the open courtyard. A few steps farther brought
us to a fair-sized, vaulted room.


V
THE PHANTOM CIRCUIT

Brixton had evidently been waiting impatiently for our arrival.
"Mr. Kennedy?" he inquired, adding quickly without waiting for an
answer: "I am glad to see you. I suppose you have noticed the
precautions we are taking against intruders? Yet it seems to be
all of no avail. I can not be alone even here. If a telephone
message comes to me over my private wire, if I talk with my own
office in the city, it seems that it is known. I don't know what
to make of it. It is terrible. I don't know what to expect next."
Brixton had been standing beside a huge mahogany desk as we
entered. I had seen him before at a distance as a somewhat pompous
speaker at banquets and the cynosure of the financial district.


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