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over in your coach and four, and carried me off in triumph, and

hoe raced the white-hatted fellow in the tilbury--?"

"And beat him!" added Sir Richard

"Took off his near wheel on the turn," said I

"The fool's own fault," said Sir Richard

"And left hiad, yes, Peter! Oh, but those were fine horses and though I

say it, no better team in the south country You'll re shortly after and had to be shot,

poor devil"

"And later, at Oxford," I began

"What now, Peter?" said Sir Richard, frowning darkly

"Do you remember the bronze vase that used to stand on the

mantelpiece in my study?"

"Bronze vase?" repeated Sir Richard, intent upon his whip again

"I used to find bank-notes in it after you had visited me,

and when I hid the vase they turned up just the sa fellow--must have money--necessary--now and then,"

muttered Sir Richard

At this juncture, with a discreet knock, the butler appeared to

announce that Sir Richard's horse aiting Hereupon the

baronet, soloves, and I

followed him out of the house and down the steps