THAT ROYLE GIRL
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Ketlar's mother. Police opened a way and he went up to his office, where photographers with flashlights banging awaited him at the door. Scarcely had he passed them, when he heard them calling to each other and scurrying away; and he knew that Elmen and the Royle girl were downstairs.
"All set?" Ellison asked him.
Ellison, who had come in several minutes earlier, had lost his pinkness from the cold and become pale, and Calvin felt the flush leaving his face as he hung up his overcoat.
"I guess they're all upstairs now," said Ellison, nervously, after a few minutes. "We might as well go up."
