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Louis Gray, coming into the hall precisely as Richard Kendrick, again
enveloped in his muddy motoring coat, was releasing Judge Gray's hand
and disappearing into the night, looked curiously after the departing
figure. His sister Roberta, following him into the hall a moment after,
rose-coloured scarf still drifting across white-clad shoulder, was in
time to receive his comment:
"Seems rather odd to see that chap departing humbly by any door but the
front one."
"You knew him, then. Who was he?" inquired his sister.
"Didn't you? He's a familiar figure enough about town. Why, he's Rich
Kendrick. Grandson of Matthew Kendrick, of Kendrick & Company, you know.
Only Rich doesn't take much interest in the business. You'll find his
doings carefully noticed in certain columns in certain society
journals."
"I don't read them, thank you. Do you?"
"Don't need to. Kendrick's a familiar figure wherever the gay and
youthful rich disport themselves--when he's in the country at all. He's
doing his best to get away with the money his father left him.
Fortunately the bulk of the family fortune is still in the hands of his
grandfather, who seems an uncommonly healthy and vigorous old man.
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