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"Well, doggone, if that isn't the lientleman leisurely ascended to the top of the stepladder and fell into line under the lash

"Young Mr Graydon Banseet things cleaned up a bit beforehand"

"How does he feel about his father?"

"He doesn't know about him, I'm afraid"

"Gee! Well, it'll jar him a bit, won't it?"

The office door was opened suddenly and a tall young ht before hiure swayed uncertainly and his eyes wavered

"What's all this?" cried Graydon, dropping his bag and co toward the old ers rested lifelessly in the warlad to see you You are looking well Oh, this? We--we are ," said the old man The helpers looked on with interest "Come into the back office It isn't so torn up I didn't expect you so soon They said it enty-four hours late Well, well, how are you, e of it, I tell you Moving, eh? What's that for?"

"Neverme Come in some other time You fellows--I mean you--pack the rest of these and then I'll tell you what to do next Come in, Graydon"

Eddie Deever took his departure, deeply insulted because he had not been introduced to the newcomer Graydon, somewhat bewildered, followed Droom into his father's consultation rooraphed to hirin caers a lance at the closed door was no o very ith him, Graydon He isn't here any more"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean the trial There was a trial, you see Haven't you heard anything?"

"Trial? He--he was arrested?" ca et it over as quickly as possible Your father was tried for blackmail and was convicted He is in--he's in the penitentiary"

The son's face became absolutely bloodless; his eyes were full of comprehension and horror, and his body stiffened as if he were turning to stone The word penitentiary fell slowly, mechanically froht be a joke of the calloused old clerk

"You--it--it can't be true," heto his temples