CHAPTER XIIIT
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millionaire was bending down before the grate, trying to make a bad fire draw by means of an open newspaper, when Bunny stumbled into the room.
“I’ve just been devising a great scheme to make the fortunes of both of us, so I’ve come in and waited,” he said in friendly fashion without looking up.
Bunny did not reply, but remained on the threshold, the door open, staring at him stupidly. Flames having appeared behind the newspaper, Jasper rose to his feet.
“There!” said he, triumphantly. Then turning, his eyes fell on Bunny.
“Good heavens! lad, what’s the matter?”
He went forward, laid his hand on Bunny’s arm. Bunny was sopping wet, caked with mud from head to foot; he had obviously fallen down; the water trickled from the brim of his bowler hat and dripped from the e
