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"That reminds
me. Did you say there was a girl here from New York? Never mind
quarrelling about the room, I'll endure it all right; it makes me think
of old times," and she laughed mirthlessly. "Sit down, Mr. Enright, and
let's talk. How's the door, Ned?"
He opened it and glanced out into the hall, throwing the bolt as he came
back.
"All right, Celeste, but I wouldn't talk quite so loud; the partitions
are not very tight."
"No objections to a cigarette, I suppose," and she produced a case.
"Thanks; now I feel better--certainly, light up. Well, Ned, the first
thing I want to know is, who is this other New York skirt, and how did
she happen to blow in here just at this time?"
Beaton completed the lighting of his cigar, flinging the match carelessly
out of the window.
"Oh, she's all right," he said easily. "Just an innocent kid writer for
_Scribbler's_ who's trying to make good writing about the beautiful
scenery around here. I was a bit suspicious of her at first myself, but
picked her up this morning an' we had quite a talk.


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