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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Did any one know of the first matter, then?" said Madge aghast. "Yes; the man who put me up to it." "Who was that?" "No one you know. William Lee of Belston." "No one I know," she answered sarcastically. "Not know my old sweetheart, Bill Lee of Belston. And I the only one that knew him when he came back.
And then suddenly it flashed upon me that some day she would for certain meet the real Sir Aubrey Belston again, and what would happen then when she referred to this meeting in the train and he stoutly denied as of course he would meeting her at all? What mischief might I not unwittingly be doing? What havoc might I not be creating?
"'Sir Aubrey Belston," Preston answered at once. "Mr. Berrington is not at all unlike Sir Aubrey, in build as well as in feature." "'Baron Poppenheimer' and 'Sir Aubrey Belston," Jack said, "who in private life are Jack Osborne and Michael Berrington.
You will become once more Sir Aubrey Belston, we shall travel from Victoria in separate compartments, and on board the boat I shall casually mention to my 'friends' that Sir Aubrey Belston is on board. In Paris we ought to find out a lot I have a friend there named Victor Albeury, who already knows a lot about this affair and we shall, unless I am greatly mistaken.
Quickly my disguise as Sir Aubrey Belston, which I still wore wig, moustache and eyebrows, whiskers and beard was removed. Hurriedly my face and neck were rubbed all over with a sponge soaked in some greasy liquid smelling strongly of turpentine, then rapidly dried with a cloth.
In point of fact, the real Sir Aubrey Belston was at that moment somewhere in the Malay States, making a tour of the world. "Lord Cranmere" had told the chauffeur that he would not require him again that night, and I had noticed the man touch his hat in the belief that this actually was his employer who addressed him, for the real Earl of Cranmere had lent us his car.
He is in a serious scrape, and, by way of getting out of it, he is walking into Exeter, along the high road, as if nothing was the matter. There's a couple of traps in Belston after him now, and I came down here to keep secure. By-the-bye, have you thought of that little matter we were talking about the other night?
The imposing footman got down and rang the bell he pressed the button four times in succession, as "Lord Cranmere" had told him to do. Almost at once the door was opened, and from the car window we saw a tall man in knee-breeches silhouetted, while a little way behind him stood another man. "Lord Cranmere" stepped out of the car, and we followed him "Baron Poppenheimer" and "Sir Aubrey Belston."
Then, struggling to regain her composure, she said after a brief pause, but in a tone that lacked conviction: "I don't believe a word you say. Who are you? Whom have I the pleasure of speaking to?" "Sir Aubrey Belston," I answered at once. "You may have heard of me. Good God the things I see!" I pretended to give a little shudder.
He looked rather surprised at seeing me, I thought, and at once it flashed across me that of course he was under the impression that I was Sir Aubrey Belston, and probably he had heard that Sir Aubrey was travelling round the world. Gastrell, after a few minutes' conversation, found us places at a table where "Sandown Park" was being played.
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