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"What are your visitors' days up there, Mr Jeffrey?"

"Thursdays," caested handcuffs by way of hospitality

"This is St George of the Sentinel I want very much to see one of your people--a mulatto woman Can you fix it for me?"

"Certainly not," returned the warden promptly "The Sentinel knows perfectly that newspaper men can not be ade conceded, "but if you have a , and we think that perhaps we can talk with her, why then--"

"It doesn't e in South America," said the warden bruskly "I'm very busy now, and--"

"See here, Mr Jeffrey," said St George, "is no one allowed there but relatives of the guests?"

"Nobody,"--crisply

"I beg your pardon, that is literal?"

"Relatives, with a pered the warden, who, if he had had a sceptre would have used it at table, he was so fond of his little power, "and the Readers' Guild"

"Ah--the Readers' Guild," said St George "What days, Mr Jeffrey?"

"To-day and Saturdays, ten o'clock I'e, but I'e cried triumphantly

In half an hour he was at the Grand Central station, boarding a train for the Refor the bell at the house presided over by Chillingworth's "rabble of wild eagles"

The Reforrounds that seemed freshly starched and ironed, had a discoloured door that would have frowned and threatened of its own accord, even without the printed warnings pasted to its panels stating that no application for admission, with or without permits, would be honoured upon any day save Thursday This was Tuesday

Presently, the chains having fallen within after a feudal rattling, an old e in lieu of a taste for any other exclusiveness peered at St George through absurd slasses, cracked quite across so that his eyes resee; "has the Readers' Guild arrived yet?"

The oldopen the door, which creaked in the pitch of his voice The bare hall was cut by a wall of steel bars whose gate was padlocked, and outside this wall the door to the warden's office stood open St George saw that a ht disturbed hiht his attention, and he turned to find the oldopen the door of steel bars