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John D. Curtis arrived in New York this afternoon from Europe " "Right," broke in Devar. "I traveled with him on the Lusitania." "Yes, his presence on board was announced in most of the papers," added a journalist. "Please don't interrupt," said the detective. "You will be heard in your turn. Now, this Mr.
Leland's help for the undertaking that others have failed in. I can't say more. "Cynthia, dear! I have been looking for you everywhere," cried a detested voice. "Ah, there you are, Mr. Fitzroy!" and Mrs. Devar bustled forward cheerfully. "You have been to Hereford, I hear. How kind and thoughtful of you! Were there any letters for me?" "Sorry," broke in Cynthia.
"I can understand the calf proposition much more easily than the snobbishness that would forbid a gentleman like Fitzroy from eating a meal in the same apartment as his employers, simply because he earns money by driving an automobile." In her earnestness, Cynthia had gone just a little beyond the bounds of fair comment, and Mrs. Devar was quick to seize the advantage thus offered.
Devar invariably resented these bits of by-play, since she could no more extract their meaning than if they were uttered in Choctaw. "Some very good people live in Gloucestershire," she put in.
So, sez I to meself, 'Arthur, me boy, barges don't untie themselves from wharves in that casual sort of way, and at just the right minute, too, for anyone who wanted to dispose of a cop, begging your pardon, Mr. Policeman, but that was the line of argument I had with meself." "Try the accelerator, Arthur," groaned Devar.
Then she added, as if it were an afterthought: "If you promise to let her rip in that style after we reach the open country again I shall sit on the front seat." The words were almost whispered into his ear. Certainly they were not meant to enlighten Mrs. Devar, and Medenham, turning, found his face very near the girl's.
Took the family name and dropped his title in order to go gallivanting about the country with this young person.... An American, I am told and with that detestable creature, Mrs. Devar! Nice thing! No wonder Lady Porthcawl was shocked. May I ask, sir, who you are?" Lord Fairholme was very angry, and not without good reason.
"Unless the Hungarian assassins of New York are bang up-to-date in the benzine part of their stock-in-trade, our car will make good in the next two blocks," said Devar, over his shoulder. And, indeed, it almost appeared that Brodie had heard what was said.
So John Delancy Curtis drew a deep breath that sounded almost like a sigh, but a pleasant smile illumined his somewhat stern face as he turned to Devar and said: "I am giving myself fourteen days' free run of the town before I go West to visit some relatives. They live in Indiana, I believe. Bloomington, Monroe County, is the latest address I possess. Don't forget to ring me up to-morrow.
Really, George, notwithstanding your very extensive travels and wide experiences, you are nothing but a kid in the hands of a managing woman of the Devar variety." "I am not being given in marriage by Mrs. Devar, I assure you," began Medenham, smiling anxiously, for the fatherly "tell me all about it" was not being borne out by the Earl's petulance. "No. You can trust me to take care of that."
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