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The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet
CHAPTER I
A CONNOISSEUR’S VAGARY
"Hello!" I said, as I took down the receiver of my desk ‘phone, in answer to the call. "Mr. Vantine wishes to speak to you, sir," said the office-boy. "All right," and I heard the snap of the connection. "Is that you, Lester?" asked Philip Vantine’s voice. "Yes. So you’re back again?" "Got in yesterday. Can you come up to the house and lunch with me to-day?" "I’ll be glad to," I said, and meant it, for I liked Philip Vantine. "I’ll look for you, then, about one-thirty." And that is how it happened that, an hour later, I was walking over toward Washington Square, just above which, on the Avenue, the old Vantine mansion stood. It was almost the last survival of the old régime; for the tide of business had long since overflowed from the neighbouring streets into the Avenue and swept its fashionable folk far uptown. Tall office and loft buildings had replaced the brownstone houses; only here and there did some old family hold on, like a sullen and desperate rear-guard defying the advancing enemy. Philip Vantine was one of these. He had been born in the house where he still lived, and declared that he would die there. He had no one but himself to please in the matter, since he was unmarried and lived alone, and he mitigated the increasing roar and dust of the neighbourhood by long absences abroad. It was from one of these that he had just returned.
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