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Macheson woke with the daylight, stiff, a little tired, and haunted with the consciousness of disturbing dreams. He sprang to his feet and stretched himself. Then he saw the roses.
For a moment or two he stared at them incredulously. Then his thoughts flashed backwards -- where or how had he become possessed of them? A few seconds were sufficient. Some one had been there in the night -- most likely a woman.