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AS the car rolled smoothly up the long drive through the tree-shaded lawns of Valhalla, Fleming Stone and his able assistant, young McGuire, gazed in silent admiration at the beautiful well-kept place.
"When I have made my world-wide reputation, F. Stone," the boy said, "and have solved my last case, I shall retire on my income and live in just such a place as this."