The Thinking Machine handed him a card and was shown into a reception room. The Japanese placed chairs for them with courteous precision and disappeared. After a short pause there was a rustle of silken skirts on the stairs, and a woman — Mrs. Dudley — entered. She was not pretty; she was stunning rather, tall, of superb figure and crowned with a glory of black hair. “Mr. Van Dusen?” she asked as she glanced at the card. The Thinking Machine bowed low, albeit awkwardly. Mrs. Dudley sank down on a couch and the two men resumed their seats. There was a little pause; Mrs. Dudley broke the silence at last. “Well, Mr. Van Dusen, if you —” she began. “You have not seen a newspaper for several days?” asked The Thinking Machine, abruptly. “No,” she replied, wonderingly, almost smiling. “Why?” “Can……
The Thinking Machine handed him a card and was shown into a reception room. The Japanese placed chairs for them with courteous precision and disappeared. After a short pause there was a rustle of silken skirts on the stairs, and a woman — Mrs. Dudley — entered. She was not pretty; she was stunning rather, tall, of superb figure and crowned with a glory of black hair. “Mr. Van Dusen?” she asked as she glanced at the card. The Thinking Machine bowed low, albeit awkwardly. Mrs. Dudley sank down on a couch and the two men resumed their seats. There was a little pause; Mrs. Dudley broke the silence at last. “Well, Mr. Van Dusen, if you —” she began. “You have not seen a newspaper for several days?” asked The Thinking Machine, abruptly. “No,” she replied, wonderingly, almost smiling. “Why?” “Can……
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