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Montagu Stagg went back to his cottage at Minchin Common the following morning, having satisfied himself that this new protege of his would be carefully looked after. Moreover, Albert Josh was eminently calculated to do all that Stagg called the 'donkey' work with regard to such inquiries as were necessary in connection with these mysterious events which might, or might not, result in a considerable pecuniary gain to that deserving mortal Montagu Stagg.
He got back to his luxurious-quarters soon after breakfast, and set himself down in his library presently to go through the correspondence which, the last day or two, had been sadly neglected. It was good to be back there again with the windows opened to the beauty of the day, and the balmy sunshine that reflected on the lilac bushes and the hawthorn and the laburnums in full bloom. From where he sat, Stagg could see all across the far-famed Minchin Common golf links, dotted here and there with players, and just for a moment he was tempted to put aside his work and join the giddy throng. Tragedy and mystery seemed very far away just then.