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And he went leaping down the stairs, as other doors opened and Lord Amersteth and his son appeared simultaneously in their pyjamas. At that my man ceased struggling; but I was still holding him when Crowley turned up the gas. "What the devil's all this?" asked Lord Amersteth, blinking. "Who was that ran downstairs?" "Mac Clephane!" said I hastily. "Aha!" said he, turning to the footman.
Somehow I had my face to the moon, and Mrs. Lascelles had her back. Yet I knew that her scrutiny of me was more critical than ever. "How funny of Bob never to have told me!" she said. "Told you what?" "That you saw his mother just before you left." "I didn't tell him," I said at length. "That was funny of you, Captain Clephane."
"You are aiming at windmills; at least, I think you are not suddenly gone stupid. However, you do not need to answer. Mrs. Clephane, you think, is not tinctured, and you know that I have been several shades deep. In other words, she surpasses me in your estimation in the petty matter of morals. So be it; you're no fool, and a pretty woman cannot blind you to the facts for long.
That's all, Clephane. I thought it a fair thing to let you know. If you want to waltz in and try your luck while I'm gone, there's nothing on earth to prevent you, and it might be most satisfactory to everybody. As a matter of fact, I'm only going so as to get over the time and keep out of the way." "As a matter of fact?" I queried, waving a little stick toward the lighted windows.
"Won't you please tell him I'm here, and that I have a luncheon engagement at one o'clock." The secretary hesitated. Again the smile smote him full in the face and he hesitated no longer. "Come with me, Madame Clephane," he replied "His Excellency is occupied at present, but I'll deliver your message."
She was a very beautiful woman, and very alluring, and the time was, and not so long ago, when he would have gone far out of his way to meet her; but another face and business occupied him at present. Moreover, the business had to do with Mrs. Spencer, and that shortly. Therefore he was content to be patient. Mrs. Clephane first. So he went on to the private office and the manager.
It is only when he comes to be tried in football of a higher class that he is seen through. In the second fifteen the fact that Rand-Brown was afraid to tackle his man had almost escaped notice. But the habit would not do in first fifteen circles. "All the same," said Clephane, pursuing his subject, "if they don't play him, I don't see who they're going to get.
Also " and she laughed lightly. "One moment," said he tranquilly, and turned toward Mrs. Clephane who had caught sight of him and was undecided what to do. Now, smiling adorably, she came to meet him. "The two beauties of the season!" he thought; and as he bowed over her hand he whispered: "Not a word of explanation now; and play ignorance of everything. Understand?"
"Try being held up again," Carpenter advised; "you may succeed the second time. If Madeline Spencer is the holdee, no telling what you'd find." "I'd find nothing," Harleston rejoined. "You'd be holding a particularly lovely and attractive bit of skirts!" Carpenter smiled. "I don't want to hold that at present." "Not even Mrs. Clephane?" Harleston raised his eyebrows slightly.
"A young widow," I repeated, emphasising one of Quinby's epithets and ignoring the other. "I mean, of course, she's a good deal older than Evers." "And her name?" "A Mrs. Lascelles." I nodded. "Do you happen to know anything about her, Captain Clephane?" "I can't say I do." "No more does anybody else," said Quinby, "except that she's an Indian widow of sorts." "Indian!"
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