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Mr. Leicester was in the Department of North American Prehistoric Remains, and had a jar of earth before him which he was examining with closest interest. "Here's a bit of charred bone," he was saying eagerly to a wise-looking old gentleman, "and here's a funeral bead--just as I expected. This proves my theory of the sacrificial--Why, Betty, what's the matter?" and he looked startled for a moment. "A telegram?"
"It was so very important, you see, papa," said Betty.