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It was Mrs. Tremby who stood at the door, massive, imposing, and with a gleam in her dark eyes which boded little good to Randolph. Audrey and Dick were relieved and uplifted by her arrival, for they saw that she had come with the full intention of fighting Randolph, and made certain that he would find her no mean antagonist. The scamp himself evidently thought otherwise; for he stared at her derisively, and began to laugh mockingly. "You, Mrs. Tremby?" he said, with a shrug. "And what can you do, pray? How can you prevent me from telling what I know?"
"We'll come to that later," answered the big lady, advancing leisurely into the room. "I did not expect to find you here, Mr. Randolph; but it is just as well that we should meet so opportunely. Otherwise you would have put me to the trouble of looking you up. Gerald, how are you?" She placed her hand on the boy's shoulder, and gave it a friendly shake. "Audrey, dear, do give me a cup of tea and something to eat."