CHAPTER VIII
YOU ARE PETER KELLY
Within a few moments Kent was at the phone.
"I want four, four, four, four. Is that four, four, four, four? Mr. Throgton's house? I want Mr. Throgton. Mr. Throgton speaking? Mr. Throgton, Kent speaking. The Riverside mystery is solved."
Kent waited in silence a moment. Then he heard Throgton's voice—not a note in it disturbed:
"Has anybody found Kelly?"
"Mr. Throgton," said Kent, and he spoke with a strange meaning in his tone, "the story is a long one. Suppose I relate it to you"—he paused, and laid a peculiar emphasis on what followed—"over a game of billiards."
"What the devil do you mean?" answered Throgton.
"Let me come round to your house and tell the story. There are points in it that I can best illustrate over a billiard table. Suppose I challenge you to a fifty point game before I tell my story."
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