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Toward eleven o'clock on the evening before election day, a long, low roadster swept up to the door of a stately country home near Richmond, VA, crunched to a stop, the lights were extinguished and two men, one tall and angular, the other huge and stout, catapulted from the car. Without wasting words, they raced around the house and down a small driveway to a rambling shed in a level field about three hundred yards to the rear. Breathless, they halted before the door and beat upon it excitedly.
"Open up there, Frazier! " ordered Snobbcraft, for it was he. "Open that door. " There was no answer. The only reply was the chirping of crickets and the rustle of branches.