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MR. MONTAGUE TWIGGS, dental surgeon of North Terrace, was back at his consulting rooms again. He sat moodily before his desk and there was a very troubled expression upon his face. He looked whiter and thinner than before, and on one side of his head was a baldish patch, upon which the hair was just beginning to grow. He was going through a pile of letters, and that the task was not a happy one was evident from his deep and heavy sighs.
"Seven people writing for money," he muttered ruefully, "two gas bills and two electric light, ditto! Demand for rent and subscription to the Dogs' Home! A sample of Slink's Shaving Soap and some sticky stuff to keep up artificial teeth when they don't fit! A prospectus of a new company for finding oil on the Victoria Park race-course, and the programme of Miss Schreecher's concert at the Town Hall, and two accounts I sent in, returned through the Dead Letter Office and marked 'unknown."