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LL this,” said Randolph Mason, “is the veriest nonsense.”

The younger Mrs. Van Bartan straightened up in her chair and looked sharply at the counsellor. She was a woman of magnificent presence, with a great fleece of yellow hair, fine eyes, and regular, clear-cut features.

“Do you mean that it is not the truth?” she asked.

“Half truth,” responded Mason.

“Then,” said the woman, smiling, “it is only half nonsense.”

“Madam,” said Randolph Mason, “if you desire my aid, you must explain this entire matter. I do not choose to guess riddles.”