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Updated: May 28, 2025
Most men would have been damned fools enough to say that it was all poppy-cock about me sending wireless messages and calling out navies; but not he! And that machine for tapping the air! Say, we'd better go slow with that fellow. If you say so, I'll call him up and tell him we'll agree to his little old conference. What say to that, Browne? And you, Deppy? Think we "
Lord Deppingham sighed and then drew forth his cigarette case. "There!" he went on, peering intently up the street. "Saunders is gone." "Gone?" half shrieked her ladyship. "Into the bank," he added, scratching a match. "Deppy," she said after a moment, "I hope I was not too hard on the poor fellow."
Lady Agnes gave a sudden shriek, and, leaping to her feet, performed a dance that set her husband and Bobby Browne to gasping. "She's coming!" she cried ecstatically, repeating herself a dozen times. "Who's coming, Aggie?" roared her husband for the sixth time. "She!" "She may be a steamship for all I know, if " "The Princess! Deppy, I'm going to squeeze you! I must squeeze somebody!
"Well, there's some consolation in that," said Deppy, smiling for the first time. "It's annoying, however, to go about feeling all the time that one is likely to pass away because some stupid ass of an assassin makes a blunder in giving " The sharp rattle of firearms in the distance brought a sudden stop to his lugubrious reflections. Five, a dozen a score of shots were heard.
Where is she, pray, with the invoice?" "I'm I'm sure I don't know, sir," responded Saunders, striving to regain his dignity. "Have a cigarette, Deppy?" interposed Browne, seeing that something was amiss with Saunders. In solemn order the silver box went the rounds. Drusilla alone refused to take one. Her husband looked surprised. "Want one, Drusie?" "No, thank you, Bobby," she said succinctly.
He rather likes me to be nice to other men. That is, if they are nice men. Indeed, I don't forget Deppy! I shall remember him to my dying day." "Your point of view is quite different from that of a Boston wife, I'd suggest." "Certainly. We English have a colonial policy. We've spread out, my dear." "You are frivolous once more, Agnes."
They tried to poison every one of us last " "Nonsense! You ate too much. Besides, what's the odds between being poisoned and being starved to death? Where is Mr. Britt?" She gave a sharp cry of relief as Britt came dashing down the corridor. "We must engage them all over again," she lamented, after explaining the situation. "Stand in the door, Deppy, and don't let them out until Mr.
All this tommy-rot about Bobby and me wouldn't exist if that wretched Chase man had been a little more affable. He never noticed us until you came. No wife to snoop after him and why, my dear, he would have been ideal." "It's all very nice, Agnes, but you forget your husband," said Genevra, with a tolerant smile. "Deppy? Oh, my dear," and she laughed gaily once more. "Deppy doesn't mind.
Browne says your hair is more beautiful than Pong's. That's quite a compliment, Titian never even dreamed of hair like Pong's." "You know, Deppy," she said with a pout, "I am very unhappy about my hair. It is quite red. I don't see why I should have hair like that of a red cocker. It seems so animalish." "Rubbish! Why should you complain? Look at my hair.
London's good enough for any man to die in." "You are not going to die, Deppy," said his wife consolingly. "Unless you starve to death," she supplemented with an expressive moue. "I daresay you'll find a quantity of tinned meats and vegetables in the storehouse, my lady. You can't starve until the supply gives out. American tinned meats," vouchsafed Mr. Bowles with his best English grimace.
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