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Good-night."
Peter closed his door, and looked about for a bit of blank wall. But on
second thought he sat down on his window-sill, and, filling his pipe,
tried to draw conclusions as well as smoke from it.
"I wonder," he pondered to himself, "how much of that was Maguire, and
how much Porter? Ought I, for the sake of doing my best for my ward, to
have let him go on? Has an agent any right to refuse what will help is
client, even if it comes by setting pitfalls?"
Rap, rap, rap.
"Come in," called Peter, forgetting he had turned down his light.
The door opened and Mr. Costell came in. "Having a quiet smoke?" he
asked.
"Yes. I haven't a cigar to offer you. Can you join me in a pipe?"
"I haven't come to that yet. Suppose you try one of my cigars." Costell
sat down on the window-ledge by Peter.
"Thank you," said Peter. "I like a cigar, but it must be a good one, and
that kind I can't afford." He lit the cigar, and leaned back to
luxuriate in it.
"You'll like that, I'm sure.


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