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Sylvanus Hutter’s large corner room communicated with one which had often been occupied by his young friends in times long past, and had been adapted to their muddy boots and casual ways. Now its serviceable drab-coloured curtains and rugs were replaced by fine chintz and broadloom, its Morris chairs and brass bedstead by rich old mahogany. Two charming oils of the Hudson River school graced the flowery walls, and yellow-glass ornaments, once relegated to the servants’ quarters, had been recognized as period decoration and arranged respectfully on the mantelshelf.
Gamadge found that his things had been unpacked and put away. He washed up in the gleaming white bathroom, and then knocked at the communicating door. Receiving no answer, he went down to the library.
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