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CALDERWELL DOES SOME QUESTIONING.
On the day after his dinner with Mr.and Mrs.Bertram Henshaw, Hugh Calderwell left Boston and did not return until more than a month had passed.

One of his first acts, when he did come, was to look up Mr.M.
J.Arkwright at the address which Billy had given him.
Calderwell had not seen Arkwright since they parted in Paris some two years before, after a six-months tramp through Europe together.
Calderwell liked Arkwright then, greatly, and he lost no time now in renewing the acquaintance.
The address, as given by Billy, proved to be an attractive but modest apartment hotel near the Conservatory of Music; and Calderwell was delighted to find Arkwright at home in his comfortable little bachelor suite.
Arkwright greeted him most cordially.
"Well, well," he cried, "if it isn't Calderwell! And how's Mont Blanc?
Or is it the Killarney Lakes this time, or maybe the Sphinx that I should inquire for, eh ?" "Guess again," laughed Calderwell, throwing off his heavy coat and settling himself comfortably in the inviting-looking morris chair his friend pulled forward.
"Sha'n't do it," retorted Arkwright, with a smile.

"I never gamble on palpable uncertainties, except for a chance throw or two, as I gave a minute ago.

Your movements are altogether too erratic, and too far-reaching, for ordinary mortals to keep track of." "Well, maybe you're right," grinned Calderwell, appreciatively.