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They strolled casually across the common chatting casually and smoking their cigars until they reached the hotel. There they bade Hawthorne good-night, and Stagg turned as if one idea was to get back home as soon as possible. But directly they were out of sight of the hotel behind the shelter of a friendly patch of gorse Stagg pulled up.
"Now my dear fellow," he said, "I need not tell you that I did not leave my comfortable fireside for the mere pleasure of walking across the common with that nice looking and beautifully-dressed scoundrel. And I might tell you at once that he is an imposter, name unknown at present, who is masquerading as Geoffrey Hawthorne, and no doubt making ducks and drakes with the banking account of the real man, whom we are calling Charles Grandison."