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The person at the door was Ebenezer Tadgett. Trent paid no attention to his "How d'ye do?" but pushed him unceremoniously out of the way and strode down the hall. Ebenezer stared after him.
-"He's in a hurry, ain't he?" he queried. "Looks as if his dinner hadn't set well, or somethin'. Say, Banks, I didn't bust up anything important, did I? 'Twas kind of dull down to the shop, and I just ran in a minute to get the dust off my mind. I've got to go right back, of course. You look sort of shook up yourself. Guess I better go out now, afore I come in--eh?"