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Title: Roger Ingleton, Minor

Author: Talbot Baines Reed

Release Date: April 12, 2007 [EBook #21042]

Language: English

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Roger Ingleton, Minor

By Talbot Baines Reed
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You would expect this book with its schoolish title, and by one of the
most distinguished authors of books about school-life, to be another
such book. But it isn't, and in fact it is much more of an adult's book
than a child's.

Old squire Roger Ingleton dies in the first few pages of the book, and
we are left with two more Roger Ingletons. The first of these had had a
row with his family twenty years before, had stormed out, had then led a
dissipated life, and finally had been reported dead somewhere in India.

The third one is the eponymous hero of the book. He is handed a sealed
envelope left by his deceased father, and in it the father says that he
is not at all sure that the older son is really dead. So young Roger
goes looking for his older brother, who will of course then inherit all
the property. Honest and generous, we must say!

The book takes us through all sorts of twists, and is really very good
value. We recommend that you read it or listen to it, as it is well
worth the trouble. NH.
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ROGER INGLETON, MINOR

BY TALBOT BAINES REED

CHAPTER ONE.

A SUMMONS.

The snow lay thick round Maxfield Manor. Though it had been falling
scarcely an hour, it had already transfigured the dull old place from a
gloomy pile of black and grey into a gleaming vision of white. It
lodged in deep piles in the angles of the rugged gables, and swirled up
in heavy drifts against the hall-door. It sat heavily on the broad ivy-
leaves over the porch, and blotted out lawn, path, and flowerbed in a
universal pall of white velvet. The wind-flattened oaks in the park
were become tables of snow; and away over the down,