? ? ? ? The party now entered the modest little hostelry, where Clayton soon made arrangements for their entertainment.
? ? ? ? They were sitting in the little, stuffy parlor when the distant chugging of an approaching automobile caught their attention.
? ? ? ? Mr. Philander, who was sitting near the window, looked out as the car drew in sight, finally stopping beside the other automobiles.
? ? ? ? "Bless me!" said Mr. Philander, a shade of annoyance in his tone. "It is Mr. Canler. I had hoped, er--I had thought or--er--how very happy we should be that he was not caught in the fire," he ended lamely.
? ? ? ? "Tut, tut! Mr. Philander," said Professor Porter. "Tut, tut! I have often admonished my pupils to count ten before speaking. Were I you, Mr. Philander, I should count at least a thousand, and then maintain a discreet silence."
? ? ? ? "Bless me, yes!" acquiesced Mr. Philander. "But who is the clerical appearing gentleman with him?"
? ? ? ? Jane blanched.
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