Drawford selected a cigar from the humidor on his desk and offered one to Turnbull.
Slowly I let the lift break, and lowered the humidor to his desk.
“Every one to his own taste,” he observed as he called rather sharply to Tokudo to bring him his humidor.
Lancaster got a cigar from the humidor and collapsed his long gaunt body across chair and hassock.
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