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 shall tell you, bet on that. Perhaps I've been training too hard. Mr. Robinson says I look a trifle stale."

Heaphy, replying to the thanks and not to the last remark, murmured, "Don't mention it." Then he opened the door and ushered his guest out into the hallway with an awkward bow. When he returned to his room, the latter found Ned Bliss waiting for him.

"I say, come home with me and spend Sunday," said Ned, twirling a button on his friend's jacket. "On the level, it'll do you lots of good."