The Plot Master

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A MAN was seated by the window of a luxurious living room. From this apartment, high in an exclusive Manhattan hotel, he commanded a sweeping view of Central Park, which lay spread beneath a dreary afternoon sky.

Smoking a thin cigar, this man seemed indolent as he surveyed the vista below. His eyes were languid; his face showed pale by the light from the window. Then, awaking from his reverie, he took on a change of countenance.

A twisted smile appeared upon the man’s large lips. His eyes, half closing, gave him an evil leer. With a violent gesture, he flung his cigar into an ashtray. With fists half clenched, he arose and stared toward the door.

His scowl showed impatience. He was expecting some one who had not yet arrived. Glancing at his watch, the waiting man emitted a low snarl that brooked ill for the person whom he was expecting. Then, as in answer to the man’s impatience, the door of the living room opened.

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