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"Ever read this?" asked a pleasant voice fro Rodney

Stone with the ferrule of a cane

Harrigan looked up "No What's it about?"

"Best story of the London prize-ring ever written You're Mr Harrigan,

aren't you?"

"Yes," diffidently

"My nareat

friend of my father's"

"Are you Dick Courtlandt's boy?"

"I aratified to encounter a

rasp "So you're Edward Courtlandt? Nohat do you think of that!

Why, your father was the best sportsman I ever met Square as they make

'em Not a kink anywhere in hishat and dress suit; always had a seat by the ring I could hear

him tap with his cane when there happened to be a bit of pretty sparring