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The NewcomerAfter Sawbuck left, I went towards my study. Blitz met me in the hall with a letter: Lance Clubb — of all people — wanted to meet for luncheon on Market Center. I didn’t recognize the address. “Send word I’ll be there.” I peered at the invitation. “What could this possibly be about?” Morton came out of his room. “What is what about?” “Oh, just an invitation to luncheon tomorrow. Is tea ready?” “I was just going to check,” Morton said. Blitz turned to him from the front door. “See if my wife needs help with anything, will you?” Morton bowed, a wry grin on his face. “At once, sir.” Blitz and I laughed. Master Blaze Rainbow was a gentleman, well above Blitz in standing. But Morton had a fine sense of humor. And he never seemed to care one bit about formality. It was almost