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It was splendid while it lasted, but they're no more afraid of it now than they are of my warships. I wish there was some way to get him and his English assistants into the château. It's awful to think of what is coming to them, sooner or later." "Good God, Chase, is there no way to help them?" groaned Deppingham.
Then at last a new thought came to her relief, but it did not give her the peace of mind that she desired. He may have mistaken her for Lady Deppingham. Deppingham was up and about quite early the next morning that is, quite early for him. He had his rolls and coffee and strolled out in the shady park for a smoke.
Saunders, with a determination that surprised even himself, called for a conference of all parties in Wyckholme's study, at four o'clock. It was nearly six before Lady Deppingham arrived, although she had but forty steps to traverse. Mr. and Mrs. Browne were there fully half an hour earlier. Deppingham appeared at four and then went away.
"The nerve of him!" exclaimed Browne. "That graceful attention was meant for us." "He is like the polite robber who first beats you to death and then says thank you for the purse," said Lady Deppingham. "What a strange proceeding, Mr. Browne. Can you imagine what it means?" "Mischief of some sort, I'll be bound. I admire his nerve in holding the confab under our very noses.
The Enemy, who had drunk but little, took an arm of each and piloted them sturdily through the town. "I'd walk up to the château if I were you," he said, when they clamoured for a jinriksha apiece. "It will help pass away the time." "By Jove," said Saunders, hunting for the Enemy's hand. "I'm going to 'nform L-Lord Deppingham that he's 'nsufferable ass an' an' I don't care who knows it."
Skaggs; they were not investing blindly in the great undertaking. Mr. Levistein, the president of the combine, after a long talk with Lord Deppingham, expressed the belief that the château could be turned into a money-making hotel if properly advertised outside of the island.
"I don't know what you're thinking, Britt, but it isn't so, whatever it is." "Good Lord, man, I wasn't thinking that!" A very significant fact now stared the occupants of the château in the face. There was not the slightest doubt in the minds of those conversant with the situation that the poison had been intended for either Lord or Lady Deppingham.
No one seems to be at work." "Oh? I see. Being part owners the natives have decided that four hours constitutes a day's work. They pay themselves accordingly, as it were. No one works after midday, sir." "I say, wouldn't this be a paradise for the English workingman?" said Deppingham. "That's the kind of a day's labor they'd like.
Lady Deppingham has one husband. She can't take another without first getting rid of this one." "And, I say, Saunders," added Deppingham, "the native way of disposing of husbands is rather trying, I've heard. Six or seven jabs with a long knife is the most approved way, isn't it, Britt?" "Imagine Lady Deppingham going to the altar all covered with gore!" said Britt.
They were followed by the Bedouin tumblers and the inspired Persians, who danced with frantic abandon and the ripe lust of joy. There was but one unfortunate accident. Mr. Rivers, formerly of the bank, got very tight and fell down the steps leading to the courtyard, breaking his left arm. Lord Deppingham and Chase kept their heads.
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