It was between eight and nine o'clock one evening, two or three days later, when Mr. Rollo was informed that some one wanted to speak to him. It was Reo Hartshorne.
'Very glad to see you home, sir,' said Reo earnestly; he was a man of few words. 'I beg pardon-but are you going to the Governor's to-night, Mr. Rollo?'
'Powder? No.'
'I have j
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