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That parrot of yours, Marion, had escaped once again from its cage and was 'aving an argument with that cat which Captain Bassett has given to you. 'Oh! I hope that Alexander 'as not hurt poor Polly, of whom I am very fond, she has said. 'The affair did not come to blows, has said Mr 'Enderson. 'You may trust that bird to take care of himself, my dear.
He has smiled and thanked me also. We have confided to each other our names. He is English. He owns much land in England. He has been staying in Paris. He is rich. His name is 'Enderson. He addresses his daughter, and call her Marion. In my 'eart I also call her Marion. You will perceive that I am, as you say, pretty far gone. The hour of dejeuner has arrived. I entreat them to be my guests.
It is not politic that I remain to witness what shall transpire. It is for me to establish an alibi. I go to the drawing-room, where I remain. At dinner that night Mr 'Enderson has laughed. 'In the 'all this afternoon, he has said, 'I have seen by chance the dickens of a funny occurrence.
And the Colonel rang for his man and proceeded to finish his toilet. He seemed a thought absent-minded this morning. "I say, Wilkins," he questioned, after a little. "Ever read any of Ouida's books?" "Ho, yes, sir," said Wilkins; "Miss 'Enderson Mrs. 'Aggage's maid, that his, sir was reading haloud hout hof 'Hunder Two Flags' honly last hevening, sir."
'Miss 'Enderson, he has said, 'I have for you the bally good news. You will remember, isn't it, the cat belonging to the American woman in the hotel at Paris, of which you have spoken to me? Last night at dinner I have been seated beside her. At first I am not certain is it she. Then I say that there cannot be two Mrs Balderstone Rockmettlers in Europe, so I mention to her the cat.
I have opened the cage-door and released the parrot. The cat, I think, will attack the parrot of which Miss 'Enderson is so fond. She will love him no more. He will be expelled. He paused. I suppose my face must have lost some of its alleged sympathy as he set forth this fiendish plot. Even Percy the bluebottle seemed shocked.
I was of the same opinion, as, apparently, were Lessingham and Sidney. Atherton collared the youth by the shoulder which Mr Pleesman had left disengaged. 'What sort of looking bloke is it who's been murdered? 'I dunno! I 'aven't seen 'im! Mrs 'Enderson, she says to me! "'Gustus Barley," she says, "a bloke's been murdered.
It is in the moments of our highest 'ope, monsieur, that we are destroyed. Captain Bassett, he, too, 'as the air of the conqueror. He has begun to speak. 'Miss 'Enderson, he has said, 'I have once more the bally good news. I rather fancy that I 'ave tracked down the missing Alexander, do you not know? Miss Marion 'as cried cut with joy.
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