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Jasper Payn was not listening. He raised his beloved rose-bush from the table and placed it behind the screen again. He had hardly hidden the treasure when the door of the greenhouse opened, and Mary Grover entered. Lethbridge half hesitated, and held out a somewhat reluctant hand.
"I am just going," he said. "Good-night."