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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE SPITFIRE;
"Ridgerow House."
"Humph! mighty fine place for you, it strikes me!"
"It is fine."
Seeing that he could make nothing out of me, he relapsed into silence.
It was not long before we reached the Ridgerow House.
"Is Mr. Ranson in?" I asked of the clerk.
"Yes, sir."
"Will you please send word that I would like to see him in the parlor at once?"
"Yes, sir."
Mr. Stillwell started on hearing the name.
"Whom did you ask for?" he inquired.
I told him.
"Oscar Ranson?"
"Yes, sir."
"What do you want of him?"
"That is my affair."
Mr. Stillwell was much disturbed. He walked up and down impatiently.
"Thought you said you were stopping at this hotel," he demanded.
"So I did."
"This doesn't look like it."
"I occupy a room with Mr. Ranson."
