THE AUTHOR OF "TRIXIE"
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As he stepped briskly across the lobby towards the steel gate his eye lit upon Archdeacon Roach. He halted and uttered a glad exclamation Then, changing his direction, he moved straight upon the corner where the Archdeacon, Chloë and Dunkle were posted.
"My dear Archdeacon!" he cried, extending both hands. "But this is providential! You're the very man I wanted to see. The fact is," he went on, "that our good old friend the Bishop of Pontefract has passed in his checks. This morning it happened, and I've just had the news. I was going to telephone to you as soon as I've put away this small parcel of Waitabit Creek Oil Cumulative Preference Gold Debenture Bonds which reached me by the second post."
