"At first I thought that you were a rare little hustler, right on the
job. I was set against that house and yet you almost persuaded me into
taking it. What's come over you, anyway?"
Mr. Burton shook his head dubiously.
"I am afraid that it is no use asking me," he replied, "for I really
don't quite know myself."
Mr. Lynn still lingered. The longer he looked at his companion, the
more he appreciated the subtle change of demeanor and language which had
certainly transformed Mr. Alfred Burton.
"It was after you came out of that little room," he continued,
meditatively, "where that Oriental fellow had been shut up. The more I
think of it, the odder it seems. You were as perky as mustard when you
went in and you've been sort of dazed ever Since you came out."
Mr. Burton lifted his hat.
"Good day, sir!" he said. "I trust that you will find a residence to
suit you."
Mr. Lynn strolled off with a puzzled frown upon his forehead, and
Alfred Burton, with a slight gesture of aversion, pushed open the
swinging doors which led into the offices of Messrs. Waddington &
Forbes.
CHAPTER II
A TRANSFORMATION
Burton stood for a moment upon the threshold of the office, looking
around him.
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