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"Yes," said I, "I understand and I rather reckon I would, if it had not been that, a year before I ever saw the Lady Helen, I had ridden with the Princess Dehra, alone, in the Palace forest, for an hour." At last, I saw Courtney's cold face show genuine surprise. "And you made no effort then to prove your cousinship?" he exclaimed. "No," said I.
Frederick, however, was on the point of asking an explanation when the Princess gave him a glance, and he instantly dropped the matter and motioned us to our seats. Mine was on Dehra's right; Courtney's on her left. Presently, I heard the King say to Lady Helen: "Come, confess you are curious how the American military attaché becomes a Valerian Archduke?"
The matter was fully reported to Sir Hercules Robinson and Sir E. Wood, and a question was asked on the subject in the House of Commons. I append Mr. Courtney's answer. This case, which is perfectly authentic, will prove instructive reading, as showing the treatment the Kafir must expect at the hands of the Boer, now that he is no longer protected by us.
"You're not likely to get anywhere, Foss, by keeping up a stern chase," he argued. "He has got too big a lead. Our only chance is to rush a lot of men out ahead of him in cars, and then work back through the woods." A boy came up with Courtney's fedora hat, which he had picked up in the brush near the fence. "There's a bullet hole through it, Mr. Thane," he cried in great excitement.
"She got him in a will with a million dollars, and it isn't enough!" Constance's foot, twitching nervously, rustled a dry leaf, and her heart popped into her throat lest the noise should be heard. The time had passed for wishing to be discovered. Johnny Gamble had ceased to grin and was looking scared. "Mr. Gresham is of a very old family," Mr. Courtney's wife reminded him.
This seemed to Frank a good suggestion. He got out his knife. "Sylvia Courtney is always frightfully polite," said Priscilla. Frank hesitated. The recollection of Sylvia Courtney's appreciation of Wordsworth's "Ode to Duty" and her fondness for "Gray's Elegy" for the sake of its calm came to him. He would not be classed with her.
"To tell you the truth, I sent a wireless telegram to my chief engineer yesterday afternoon, off Courtney's yacht when we connected with the Taft, and this morning I have a five-hundred-word night lettergram from him, telling me that after a thorough investigation of the situation he finds that the Sage City and the Lariat Center routes are so evenly balanced in advantage that a choice of them is really only a matter of sentiment."
"Birchard is not representing the Wobbleses," Gresham politely informed him. "I had a little talk with them on the Tuesday following the house-party at Courtney's, and they decided to have me look after the matter instead.
It would be thought that he chose to appear ignorant of that which he really knew. As for Mr. Courtney's dinner, though it may doubtless have been a quiet one from his point of view, it differed considerably from such Sunday festivities as David had been accustomed to. It was late when they rose from table; and then a proposition was made to go to a certain well-known club in St. James's Street.
I am as yet scarcely in a condition to reflect calmly; but a voice within me seems to say that something else besides my conscience has been awakened by Courtney's death. Can it be that imagination, dallying with what it took for impossibilities, could so far mislead a man? Well, I shall start at once for the scene of the disaster, and relieve the poor fellow's widow of whatever pain I can.
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