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CHAPTER X
A TEMPTING OFFER
The small boy brought in the card and laid it on Brooks' desk with a
flourish.
"He's outside, sir--in Mr. Barton's room. Shall I show him in?"
Brooks for a moment hesitated. He glanced at a letter which lay open
upon the desk before him, and which he had read and re-read many times.
The boy repeated his inquiry.
"Yes, of course," he answered. "Show him in at once."
Lord Arranmore, more than usually immaculate, strolled in, hat in hand,
and carefully selecting the most comfortable chair, seated himself on
the other side of the open table at which Brooks was working.
"How are you, Brooks?" he inquired, tersely. "Busy, of course. An
aftermath of work, I suppose."
"A few months ago," Brooks answered, "I should have considered myself
desperately busy. But after last week anything ordinary in the shape of
work seems restful."
Lord Arranmore nodded.
"I must congratulate you, I suppose," he remarked. "You got your man
in."
"We got him in all right," Brooks assented. "Our majority was less than
we had hoped for, though.
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