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THE EPISODE OF THE DRAWN GAME
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'As we want to cheat him,' I ventured to interpose.

Charles looked at me fixedly. 'Well, if so, we're both in luck,' he murmured, after a pause; 'though we can only get to know the whereabouts of their find by joining hands with them and showing them ours. Still, it's good business either way. But I shall be cautious—cautious.'

'What a nuisance!' Amelia cried, when we told her of the incident. 'I suppose I shall have to put the man up for the night—a nasty, raw-boned, half-baked Scotchman, you may be certain.'

On Wednesday afternoon, about three, young Granton arrived. He was a pleasant-featured, red-haired, sandy-whiskered youth, not unlike his father; but, strange to say, he dropped in to call, instead of bringing his luggage.

'Why, you're not going back to Glen-Ellachie to-night, surely?' Charles exclaimed, in amazement. 'Lady Vandrift will be so disappointed! Besides, this business can't be arranged between two trains, do you think, Mr. Granton?'

Young Granton smiled. He had an agreeable smile—canny, yet open.

'Oh no,' he said frankly. 'I didn't mean to go back. I've put up at the inn. I have my wife with me, you know—and, I wasn't invited.'

Amelia was of opinion, when we told her this episode, that David Granton wouldn't stop at Seldon because he was an Honourable. Isabel was of