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matched each other. It was a racing model, whitewith long gleaming lines. The young man had the same eager greyhound look with a handsomeface and a body with not a superfluous inch of flesh on it.
　　The commissionaire held the car door open, the youngman jumped in, tossed a coin to the commissionaire and drove off with a burst of powerfulengine.
　　"You know who he is?" saidMichael Gorman to Father.
　　"Ladislaus Malinowski. Won the Grand Prix twoyears ago – world champion he was. Had a bad smash last year.They say he's all right again now."
　　"Don't tell me he's staying at Bertram's. highly unsuitable."
　　Michael Gorman grinned.
　　"He's not stayinghere, no. but a friend of his is –” He winked.