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Greeve. The
lady who came is my sister, Mrs. Gerard; and whenever she comes you are
to admit her whether or not I am here."
"She said she might come again," nodded Mrs. Greeve as he mounted the
stairs; "am I to show her up any time she comes?"
"Certainly--thank you," he called back--"and Mr. Gerard, too, if he
calls."
He looked into Boots's room as he passed; that gentleman, in bedroom
costume of peculiar exotic gorgeousness, sat stuffing a pipe with shag,
and poring over a mass of papers pertaining to the Westchester Air
Line's property and prospective developments.
"Come in, Phil," he called out; "and look at the dinky chair somebody
sent me!" But Selwyn shook his head.
"Come into my rooms when you're ready," he said, and closed the door
again, smiling and turning away toward his own quarters.
Before he entered, however, he walked the length of the hall and
cautiously tried the handle of Gerald's door. It yielded; he lighted a
match and gazed at the sleeping boy where he lay very peacefully among
his pillows.


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