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"Not to understand your play," returned the spy, somewhat

uneasily.

"I play my Ace, Denunciation of Mr. Barsad to the nearest Section

Committee. Look over your hand, Mr. Barsad, and see what you

have. Don't hurry."

He drew the bottle near, poured out another glassful of brandy,

and drank it off. He saw that the spy was fearful of his drinking

himself into a fit state for the immediate denunciation of him.

Seeing it, he poured out and drank another glassful.

"Look over your hand carefully, Mr. Barsad. Take time."