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His father was standing at the front door when he returned home. Mr. Quinn's face was set and grave looking, and he did not smile at his son.
"I want you, Henry," he said, beckoning to him.
"Yes, father?" Henry replied, looking at his father in a questioning fashion. "Is anything wrong?"
Mr. Quinn did not answer. He turned and led the way to the library.
"Sit down," he said, when Henry had entered the room and shut the door.
"What is it, father?"
"Henry, what's between you an' that niece of Matt Hamilton's?"
"Between us!"
"Aye, between you. You were out on the Ballymena road with her last night when I thought you were in bed with a sore head."