He went to his rooms and sat writing for a long time steadily. He did not
seem excited or nervous. Once or twice he got up and walked back and
forth, his eyes bent on the floor. He was making calculations regarding
the company he had floated in London and certain other matters. When he
had finished writing, three letters lay sealed and stamped upon the
table. One was addressed to John Gladney, one to the Hudson Bay company
and one to a solicitor in London. There was another unsealed. This he put
in his pocket. He took the other letters up, went downstairs and posted
them. Then he asked the hall porter to order a horse for riding--the best
mount in the stables--to be ready at the door in an hour. He again went to
his room, put on a riding suit, came down and walked out across the
esplanade and into the street where Hagar's rooms were. They were lighted.
He went to the hall door, opened it quietly and entered the hall. He
tapped at the door of Hagar's sitting room. As he did so a servant came
out, and, in reply to a question, said that Mr. Hagar had gone to the
Tempe hotel and would be back directly. He went in and sat down. The
curtains were drawn back between the two rooms. He saw the easels, with
their backs to the archway. He rose, went in and looked at the sketches in
the dim light.
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