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 Olivia turned quickly to Ogle. "Take him out in the street and tell him. Hurry!"

Ogle took a step to obey her.

But it was too late. The other rose-coloured door had opened and Mrs. Tinker was already in the room. "Earl Tinker!"

"Well, Mamma," he said fondly. "You got my note all right, didn't you, Hon?"