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 Something wrong with the machinery, I'm afraid.&quot;

&quot;Oh, I'm sorry. Has he seen a doctor?&quot;

&quot;He would n't listen to me when I suggested it the other day; but he's so deuced mysterious that I don't know what he may have done since.&quot; Dick rose, putting down his coffee-cup and half-smoked cigarette. &quot;I've half a mind to pop in on him tonight and see how he's getting on.&quot;

&quot;But he lives at the other end of the earth; and you're tired yourself.&quot;

&quot;I'm not tired; only a little strung-up,&quot; he returned, smiling. &quot;And besides, I'm going to meet Gill at the office by and by and put in a night's work. It won't hurt me to take a look at Paul first.&quot;

Mrs. Peyton was silent. She knew it was useless to contend with her son about his work, and she tried to fortify herself with the remembrance of her own words to Darrow: Dick was a man and must take