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Again Franz began to speak, but Doctor Dohmler mo-
tioned him silent.
‘I realize that your position has been difficult.’
‘Yes, it has.’
Now the professor sat back and laughed, saying on the
last syllable of his laughter, with his sharp little gray eyes
shining through: ‘Perhaps you have got sentimentally in-
volved yourself.’
Aware that he was being drawn on, Dick, too, laughed.
‘She’s a pretty girl—anybody responds to that to a cer-
tain extent. I have no intention—‘
Again Franz tried to speak—again Dohmler stopped
him with a question directed pointedly at Dick. ‘Have you
thought of going away?’
‘I can’t go away.’
Doctor Dohmler turned to Franz: ‘Then we can send
Miss Warren away.’
‘As you think best, Professor Dohmler,’ Dick conceded.
‘It’s certainly a situation.’
Professor Dohmler raised himself like a legless man
mounting a pair of crutches.
‘But it is a professional situation,’ he cried quietly.
He sighed himself back into his chair, waiting for the re-
verberating thunder to die out about the room. Dick saw
that Dohmler had reached his climax, and he was not sure
that he himself had survived it. When the thunder had di-
minished Franz managed to get his word in.
‘Doctor Diver is a man of fine character,’ he said. ‘I feel
he only has to appreciate the situation in order to deal cor-

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