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She could not have done it in his place, and she determined to give him a very handsome present on his birthday, which was coming soon. There were few things the children liked better than going into Dorminster with the squire.
"Just as they were in 1914," Chalmers remarked significantly. "More so," Dorminster asserted. "In those days we had our alarmists. Nowadays, they too seem to have gone to sleep. My uncle " "Your uncle was an uncommonly shrewd man," Chalmers interrupted. "I was going to talk about him." "After lunch," Nigel suggested, rising to his feet. "Here come my cousin and some of her tennis friends.
Are you willing, Lord Dorminster, to let me act for you abroad? I require no salary or remuneration of any sort. I am a wealthy man, and investigations of this kind are my one hobby. I shall not move without your permission, although I recognise, of course, that your own position is entirely an unofficial one.
"A hint which sends me back to my mutton," the young man observed. "Dorminster," he added, turning to his host, "I heard the other day, on very good authority, that you were thinking of writing a novel. If you are, study the lady who has just entered. There is a type for you, an intelligence which might baffle even your attempts at analysis."
His own protest, when at last he spoke, sounded paltry. "But supposing it is true that she is already engaged to Lord Dorminster?" Prince Shan smiled very quietly. "That," he said, "can easily be disposed of." "But do you seriously believe that you would be able to induce her to return with you to Pekin?" Immelan persisted.
"They are well matched," he remarked presently. "Mr. Chalmers has a wonderful service," she declared, "but Lord Dorminster has more skill. Oh, bravo!" The set at that moment was finished by a backhanded return from Nigel, which skimmed over the net at a great pace, completely out of reach of the opposing couple. The players strolled across to the seats under the trees.
He had the air of a man in clothes too large for him. Even his voice was shriller, shriller and horrible with the slow and bestial satisfaction of his words. "So here you are, the whole nest of you together, eh?" he exclaimed. "Good! Very good indeed! Prince Shan, the poisoner! Dorminster, enjoying your brief triumph, eh? And you, Naida Karetsky, traitress to your country deceiver "
"Then I gather, Lord Dorminster," the Minister said, "that you connect your uncle's death directly with the supposed theft of this document?" "Absolutely!" "And the conclusion you arrive at, then?" "Is an absolutely logical one," Nigel declared firmly.
Immelan was already across the room. The Prince touched a bell, the doors were opened. Ghastly pale, his head swimming, the tortured man dashed out into the street. The Prince leaned back amongst his cushions, untied a straw-fastened packet of his long cigarettes, lit one, and closed his eyes. Nigel was just arriving at Dorminster House when Maggie returned from her ride.
For some reason or other, the meeting between these two young people seemed to have made him uneasy. "Your father has desired me to present his excuses to Lord Dorminster," he announced, "and to escort you back to the Milan. He has been telephoned for from the Consulate." Naida rose to her feet with some apparent reluctance.
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