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The sole occupant of the lounge when Roger descended a short while before the dinner hour was Mr. Padgham, who was standing on the hearthrug reading an evening paper. He threw it to one side at the young man's entrance.
"I was hoping I might see you, Mr. Ferrison," he said. "I am afraid you and your friend must have thought I was in a pretty poor way this morning."