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bt at all, the scheme excellent. But I don't think--" He paused a moment, and looked dreamily out of the window. "I don't think you will find me in it. Somehow, when one's seen--seen the thing itself, you know--blood and men screaming, one feels about having a little house and a little hobby; in the Bible, you know, 'There remaineth a rest'." Northover bowed. Then after a pause he said: "Gentlemen, may I offer you my card. If any of the rest of you desire, at any time, to communicate with me, despite Major Brown's view of the matter--" "I should be obliged for your card, sir," said the Major, in his abrupt but courteous voice. "Pay for chair." The agent of Romance and Adventure handed his card, laughing. It ran, "P. G. Northover, B.A., C.Q.T., Adventure and Romance Agency, 14 Tanner's Court, Fleet Street." "What on earth is 'C.QT.'?" asked Rupert Grant, looking over the Major's shoulder. "Don't you know?" returned Northover. "Haven't you ever heard of the Club of Queer Trades?" "There seems to be a confounded lot of funny things we haven't heard of," said the little Major reflectively. "What's this one?" "The Club of Queer Trades is a society consisting exclusively of people who have invented some new and curious way of making money. I was one of the earliest members." "You deserve to be," said Basil, taking up his great white hat, with a smile, and speaking for the last time that evening. When they had passed out the Adventure and Romance agent wore a queer smile, as he trod down the fire and locked up his desk. "A fine chap, that Major; when one hasn't a touch of the poet one stands some chance of being a poem. But to think of such a clockwork little creature of all people getting into the nets of one of Grigsby's tales," and he laughed out aloud in the silence. Just as the laugh echoed away, there came a sharp knock at the door. An owlish head, with dark moustaches, was thrust in, with deprecating and somewhat absurd inquiry. "What! back again, Major?" cried Northover in surprise. "What can I do for you?" The Major shuffled feverishly into the room. "It's horribly absurd," he said. "Something must have got started in me that I never knew before. But upon my soul I feel the most desperate desire to know the end of it all." "The end of it all?" "Yes," said the Major. "'Jackals', and the title-deeds, and 'Death to Major Brown'." The agent's face grew grave, but his eyes were am
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