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The twain slept late the next morning, and they had only just returned from the little restaurant around the corner, where McCarty habitually took his meals, when the bell jangled on its loose wire from below.
"Don't disturb yourself, Mac," Dennis admonished with a grin, as his host threw down his newspaper. "I'll let the inspector in."