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"Julian is going to take you in to dinner, Miss Abbeway," the Countess announced, "and I hope you will be kind to him, for he's been out all night and a good part of the morning, too, shooting ducks and talking nonsense with a terrible Socialist." Lady Maltenby passed on.
"Delighted to see you, Miss Abbeway," he declared impressively, "delighted! Come and sit down, please, and talk to me. We have had a tremendous morning. Even though the machine is all ready to start, it needs a watchful hand all the time." She sank into the chair from which he had swept a pile of papers and raised her veil. "Mr. Fenn," she confessed.
"They'd better have him, I suppose," Bright said, with slow and evil emphasis. "Yes, they'd better have him. We'll take off our hats, and assure him that it was a mistake." "Too late. I've told Miss Abbeway and the Bishop that he is at large. You backed me up."
"Who on earth is she?" "She was English," his mother explained, "a cousin of the Abbeways. She married in Russia and is on her way now to France to meet her husband, who is in command of a Russian battalion there. She seems quite a pleasant person, but not in the least like her niece." "Miss Abbeway is still here, of course?" "Naturally. I asked her for a week, and I think she means to stay.
"I imagined," she remarked, "that all Labour leaders were like the Apostles took no thought for such things." "One must always keep one's eye on the main chance; Miss Abbeway," he protested, "or how would things be when one came to think of marriage, for instance?" "Where did your money come from?" she asked bluntly. Her question was framed simply to direct him from a repulsive subject.
Fenn's attempt at complete candour was only partially convincing. "There is not the slightest reason," he declared, "why anything concerning Julian Orden should be concealed from any member of the Council who desires information. If you will follow me into my private room, Miss Abbeway, and you, Furley, I shall be glad to tell you our exact position.
Fenn counted on being heart of this Council, for one thing, and there's a matter of a young woman, eh, for another?" "A young woman?" Julian repeated. Cross nodded. "The Russian young person Miss Abbeway, she calls herself. Fenn's been her lap-dog round here takes her out to dine and that. It's just a word of warning, that's all. You're new amongst us, Mr.
"I am trying hard to be my own mechanic, though, and I have set my mind on changing those plugs myself to-morrow morning." "You are your own chauffeur, then, Miss Abbeway?" her inquisitor asked. "Absolutely." "You can change a wheel, perhaps?" "Theoretically I can, but as a matter of fact I have never had to do it." "Your tyres," Colonel Henderson continued, "are of somewhat unusual pattern."
"What about your German hairdresser who was shot this morning?" "It was a mistake to make use of him," Furley confessed. "Fenn has deceived us all as to the method of our communications. But listen, Julian. You'll be able to get Miss Abbeway out of this?" "If I don't," Julian replied, "I shall be in it myself, for I've lied myself black in the face already."
"You've got to be busier in a few minutes," was the harsh reply. "There's a screw loose somewhere." Bright stood motionless. "Any one been disagreeable?" he asked, after a moment's pause. "Get down to your office at once," Fenn directed briefly. "Have Miss Abbeway followed. I want reports of her movements every hour. I shall be here all night." Bright grinned unpleasantly. "Another Samson, eh?"
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