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Updated: June 14, 2025
It is true he asked my father to be permitted to pay his addresses to me, but my dear old dad left the matter wholly to my decision, and I certainly never gave Lord Ventnor any encouragement. I believe now that Mrs. Costobell lied, and that Lord Ventnor lied, when they attributed any dishonorable action to you, and I am glad that you beat him in the Club. I am quite sure he deserved it."
I really thought about interfering, until I heard Colonel Costobell's opening words. After that I would gladly have seen the beggar chucked into the harbor. We never liked him, did we?" "Ask no questions, Pompey, but go ahead with the yarn," growled the first lieutenant. "Well, it seems that Mrs. Costobell is dead. She got enteric a week after the Orient sailed, and was a goner in four days.
I bought him in Meerut, trained him myself, and ferried him all the way to China. I loved him next to the British Army." This was quite satisfactory. There was genuine feeling in his voice now. Iris became even more interested. "Colonel Costobell fell ill, and the command of the regiment devolved upon me, our only major being absent in the interior.
"Do tell us, or it will be worse for you," cried his mentor. "Give me time, air, a drink! What you fellows want is a phonograph. Let me see. Well, Costobell shook Ventnor off at last, with the final observation that Anstruther's court-martial has been quashed.
He would bring bitter charges of conspiracy, of unbelievable compact to secure his ruin. All this must recoil on his own head when the facts were laid bare. Not even the hero of the island could prevail against the terrible indictment of the court-martial. Finally, at Singapore, three days distant, Colonel Costobell and his wife were staying. Lord Ventnor, alone of those on board, knew this.
Before she died she owned up." He paused, with a base eye to effect. Not a man moved a muscle. "All right," he cried. "I will make no more false starts. Mrs. Costobell begged her husband's forgiveness for her treatment of him, and confessed that she and Lord Ventnor planned the affair for which Anstruther was tried by court-martial.
He met Costobell the day after the lady died, and the two swore the stout uncle can swear a treat anyhow, they vowed to be revenged on Ventnor, and to clear Anstruther's character, living or dead. Poor old chap! He cried like a baby when he asked the youngster to forgive him. It was quite touching. I can tell you " Playdon affected to search for his pocket-handkerchief.
I have met Mrs. Costobell. I do not like her. I consider her a deceitful woman. Your court-martial might have found a different verdict had its members been of her sex. As for Lord Ventnor, he is nothing to me.
It must have been a beastly business, for Costobell was sweating with rage, though his words were icy enough. And you ought to have seen Ventnor's face when he heard of the depositions, sworn to and signed by Mrs. Costobell and by several Chinese servants whom he bribed to give false evidence. He promised to marry Mrs.
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