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Rowton nodded to one or two, and then going straight to the other end of the room, where a man was seated by a desk, bent down over him.
"Here I am," he said; "you have sent for me. I am in a great hurry, as I want to take an early train back to Pitstow. What's up, Piper? Why did you require me to come in such a hurry?"