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Updated: June 10, 2025
"True, O Queen! I don't mind what happens afterwards, so long as I get a bun quick!" "Let's fetch the prog," agreed Linda Slater, leading the way towards the cloak-room where the baskets had been stored. The giggling procession met emissaries from other forms, bent on a like errand, and exchanged a brisk banter as they passed on the stairs. "We've got jam tartlets!"
"I think," he murmured, addressing himself to a tiny brown bird which had alighted on a branch of briar-rose hard by, and was looking at him with bold and lively inquisitiveness, "I think I have managed the whole thing very well! I have left no clue anywhere. My portmanteau will tell no tales, locked up in the cloak-room at Bristol.
He started in the direction of the cloak-room, and then, doubling back through the crowd, walked down the platform and stopped opposite a luggage-van.
The hurrying figure of the sentry below caught his eye. "Another fool!" he grumbled, looking down. "One would think new legs grew in place of old ones, like the claws of the sea-creatures!" But Olga of the cloak-room leaned over her checks, with her lips curved up in a smile. "The little one!" she thought. "And such courage! He will make a great king!
Faith had succeeded in clearing a circle about the fainting girl, and was just looking for something with which to fan her, when two people a man and a woman entered the door of the cloak-room, and stopped short when they saw the unusual spectacle. "It is just as I thought she is dying," said the woman, softly. Faith recognized the voice at once.
A promiscuous mob of the plebs and profanum vulgus of Gylingden beset the door, to see the ladies the slim and the young in white muslins and artificial flowers, and their stout guardian angels, of maturer years, in satins and velvets, and jewels some real, and some, just as good, of paste. In the cloak-room such a fuss, unfurling of fans, and last looks and hurried adjustments.
Moreover, he would appear to have come down to Eltham by rail immediately on landing in England, leaving his luggage in the cloak-room at Charing Cross. This pointed to a definiteness of purpose quite inconsistent with his casual disappearance from the house. "On the other hand, the idea that he might have been murdered by Hurst was not inconceivable. The thing was physically possible.
And because old Adelbert's mind was in Bosnia, and because one hears with the mind, and not with the ear, he did not hear the sharp question of the sentry who ran down the stairs and paused for a second at the cloak-room. Well for Olga, too, that old Adelbert did not hear her reply. "He has not passed here," she said, with wide and honest eyes; but with an ear toward old Adelbert.
The girl who discovered, in an old New York Chronicle lining a bureau drawer, an interview with Carl, became very haughty over its possession and lent it only to her best lady friends. The older women, who knew that Carl had had a serious accident, whispered in cloak-room confidences, "Poor fellow, and so brave about it."
"I suppose we had better be moving?" They crossed the room in silence. Everybody was moving in the same direction. The broad stairway leading to the lobby was crowded with chattering supper-parties. The lights had gone up again. At the cloak-room Wally stopped. "I see Underhill waiting up there," he said casually, "To take you home, I suppose. Shall we say good-night? I'm staying in the hotel."
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