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Go back to your place, pack as much luggage as you will need for a week or ten days for we may be away that long write Sir Aubrey Belston's name on the luggage labels in a disguised handwriting; send it to Victoria by messenger not by your own man, as we must take no risks whatever and come to me not later than six, and I will then again disguise you as Sir Aubrey Belston.
And if George disguises you and coaches you as well as he did me, I undertake to say that nobody will suspect that you are not actually Sir Aubrey Belston." At a quarter to one in the morning Cranmere's big, grey, low-built car slid noiselessly along Wigmore Street and drew up at the entrance to one of the most imposing-looking houses in Cumberland Place.
I gasped, retaining only with the utmost difficulty the artificial tone I had adopted from the first, the tone poor Preston had coached me in until my accents, so he had assured me, exactly resembled those of Sir Aubrey Belston. "No no," came her answer, in a weak voice, "only shaken but oh, the thirst this shock has given me is fearful. Is there anything I can drink?" I looked about me.
We waited several minutes. Then the door opened and Hugesson Gastrell entered. Like ourselves, he was in evening clothes. He advanced, shook hands cordially with "Lord Cranmere," saying that he had received his telephone message. "These are my friends of whom I spoke," Cranmere said, "Baron Poppenheimer and Sir Aubrey Belston." "Delighted to meet you," Gastrell exclaimed.
On the night I had talked to him at Cumberland Place, when I was masquerading for the first time as Sir Aubrey Belston, I had experienced a growing feeling of revulsion against him, and now as he took my hand the same feeling returned and I could not dispel it, for the thought had flashed in upon me: could it be that I was shaking hands with a man whose hand was stained with blood?
Lady Fitzgraham was travelling alone with her maid, I am told," he ended, "but Sir Aubrey Belston travelled with her part way from London to Newhaven." "You are talking to Sir Aubrey at this moment," Connie Stapleton said quickly. She turned to me: "Sir Aubrey, let me introduce Mr. Wollaston."
How strangely different she now looked from the way she had looked at me in Cumberland Place when, disguised as Sir Aubrey Belston, I had pretended to read her past life! She turned to Jack, and, raising her eye-brows as though she had only that instant recognized him, "Why," she exclaimed, "it's Mr. Osborne! I had no idea we were to have the pleasure of seeing you here to-night had you, Dulcie?"
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