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George Morton, of ⸺, Redcliffe Square, was supposed by his many friends to be a retired solicitor. He was a man who lived in a comfortable and respectable way, who gave largely to charities, who was a good Church member, an affectionate father, and a kind husband. He was much respected and looked up to in the neighbourhood, and no one would suspect him of having anything to do with that disgraceful thing, an alias. Nevertheless, Long John, of the Silver School, and George Morton, of Redcliffe Square, were one and the same individual. He received Rowton's letter in the course of the evening, and its contents by no means surprised him. The telegram, which had come early in the day, had given him quite to understand that this troublesome member of his mob or school was in a state of insurrection. Morton read the letter calmly, slipped it into his pocket, and proceeded to discuss the soup in his plate. His wife, a pretty little woman, who had not the faintest idea that her husband was other than what he represented himself to be, looked at him with the dawn of anxiety on her face.
"Does anything worry you, George? " she asked.