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"Why didn't he come before?" asked Caldegard. "Been looking for something to do," said the brother. "Now he's been a soldier, I don't believe there's anything left." "How long was he in the Army?" "Twelve months in the trenches, two years in the Air Force, and, one time with another, ten months in hospital," replied Bellamy.
"Inquests!" said George. "Horrid!" said Amaryllis. "Rescued Damsel!" said Lady Elizabeth. "Scientist's Daughter Abducted!" cackled Caldegard. "Lightning Pursuit by Gallant Airman!" boomed George. "Dope Gang Baffled!" chuckled Randal. "And we understand that the interesting heroine will shortly reward " Lady Elizabeth shot a keen glance at Amaryllis and Amaryllis answered it boldly.
George took a step forward, and Dick half rose in courtesy. "This is Miss " said Lady Elizabeth, and stuck. "Oh, Liz!" cried Dick. "Beginning an introduction, when you haven't been introduced yourself! Lady Elizabeth Bruffin, you have on your arm Miss Caldegard, daughter of the eminent Professor Caldegard. George, you behold the same. Miss Caldegard, Lady Elizabeth Bruffin, and her husband, Mr.
"Miss Caldegard bought things in Oxford Street. We had lunch in Oxford, and tea at Chesham," said Dick, brushing his hair carefully back from his forehead. "You can't call that wasting time." "Not yours," said his brother. And they went to dinner. Before Amaryllis left the table, Dick rose from his seat. "Where are you going?" asked his brother. "To keep my tryst with Mrs.
But the trouble was that Miss Caldegard had never seen a humming bird, and therefore found herself brooding on the blueness of all the blue things in her experience, from willow-pattern china to the waters of the Mediterranean, instead of considering the answer which she must give to Randal on Friday. A quarter of a mile of winding path led her downward to the level of the road.
"But I am convinced that I have found a means of releasing at least unwilling slaves from that bondage." "But what do you gain by telling us?" asked Dick. "Secrecy," said Caldegard.
As they were nearing London, Caldegard spoke. "Bellamy," he said, "that brother of yours won't stop at killing if " "He'll begin with it," replied Randal, "if he gets a fair chance." "It gives me unreasonable hope," said Caldegard. "Men who've trusted Dick would call your hope reasonable." "Yet he's sent us after Ambrotox," complained the father, "and my heart's breaking for my little girl."
Since all London that season was talking of the two Bruffins, and every newspaper, in direct ratio to the badness of its paper and print, was scavenging for paragraphs, true or false, concerning the "palatial home" in Park Lane, neither Caldegard nor Randal Bellamy could conceal round-eyed astonishment. "But Amaryllis? Did she look well, anything like "
Caldegard stretched his hand across the table. Dick turned from his grasp to see Randal pouring terrific black tea into a thick white cup. When he had swallowed three burning gulps of it, he began: "That's Melchard," he said, pointing. "This bundle of letters I took off him. Amongst them you'll find useful information. Read 'em now, superintendent.
Caldegard complained: Dick should have telegraphed, should have gone himself to the police in the neighbourhood. "From what I have heard of him, Mr. Richard Bellamy is the kind that seizes on a big chance, and doesn't lose it by running after smaller ones," said Finucane. "If he has played against time and wins, they call him a genius." "Will he succeed?" asked Caldegard.
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