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COLONEL DENBIGH was walking to and fro at the back of his house, considering it. There was no doubt at all that it needed a new coat of paint. It needed it almost as much as the colonel needed the extra money to pay for it. He chuckled a little, pulling at the ends of his long white moustache.
"Neither of us likely to get it," he thought, "and I reckon I look almost as much out of repair as the old place does anyway!"