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56945	MacGrath, Harold	The Yellow Typhoon			.txt	text/plain	55615	6137	93	are, here and there across this world, men like Mathison, who are "That's the way to talk!" said Morgan, patting Mathison on the shoulder. For a long time Mathison stared, but he was too far away to gather Mathison spread out his arms, but the little brown man dipped, "I don't know why," said the gray lady, when Mathison's silence began to All Mathison wanted was an open door for a minute or two--a clearing Before the train reached Omaha--a day and a half late--Mathison began to The door of the elevator had scarcely closed behind Mathison when a man drive you into this room." Mathison put both hands into the side-pockets The two men shook hands, and Mathison vanished behind the door of his "Taxi, sir?" said a man at Mathison's elbow. Mathison was a one-idea man. The blond man, as he looked into Mathison's eyes, sensed that he was	./cache/56945.txt	./txt/56945.txt