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Clarkson by no means liked the tone of Barca's voice, but if he had any sort of fear in his heart, nothing of the kind showed in his face. He stepped inside without the slightest hesitation, for his curiosity was piqued, and, besides, he wanted to see what manner of house it was that had so fortunately fallen into Ralph's possession.
Barca led the way to the dining-room, and just for a moment Clarkson had no thought for anything else beyond the fine old furniture of the place. He murmured something of this to Barca as he sank into a comfortable chair and surveyed the fine prints upon the walls. Barca waited for his companion to speak.