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 "So this is your hang-out?" the newcomer finally remarked, taking a step or two nearer the table behind which the indifferent-eyed seeress sat. Dorgan, as Keudell advanced deeper into the room, swung slowly about so as to keep facing him.

The pale-faced seeress seemed to emerge from her catalepsy.

"Ain't the wall-paper to your likin'?" she calmly inquired.

Keudell stood for a moment returning her stare.

"And it seems so short a time since you and I were engaged In a conversation which, unfortunately, did not come to a finish!" suavely intoned her huge blond visitor.

"It was finish enough for me!" promptly asserted the young woman confronting him. The half-sneering smile went from Keudell's face. For one brief moment his glacial eye rested on Dorgan.

"So you two thought you could get away with it," he said, with an oddly meditative movement of the jaw muscles which did not tend to add to his attractiveness. Sadie waited for Dorgan to speak, but that worthy merely stood watching the newcomer, watching him with a steely and non-committal stare of deliberation.