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From the room, Sianlej turned to the dumbfounded girl. "Sweetheart," he said, "I don't know anything now--except that the crisis has gone." Without stopping to answer any of the questions, the cripple who had been initiated into the Crimson Stain at Vunya Tuirn's resolution stood alone in the meeting room of Tanner's upper East Side apartment. He had revived the usual secret summons. And in waiting, he had not long to wait. For presently, there was a flare in the door. 