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.ark Craddock paced slowly, deliberately, back and forth behind the desk in his study. From time to time he glanced at the marquetry clock on the mantelpiece. The young people were taking their time coming to an understanding, but he would not interrupt them. He had waited more than twenty years for this day. He could afford to wait a little longer. Craddock's servants called this room the Lion's Den, partly because of the lion's head carved on the back of Craddock's chair, and partly because he himself looked very like a lion, with his thick, tawny hair and flat nose, and the fierce gaze he levelled at people through his small, round, glinting spectacles. The room was proportioned to suit his tall, strapping figure: the ceiling was high, and the mahogany furniture massive. |