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He was a man of some natural politeness, but he found it hard to altogether conceal his incredulity. "Well, Lord Dorminster," he promised, "I will consider all that you have said. Is there anything more I can do for you?" "Yes!" Nigel replied boldly.
"It is not a relationship of blood," Nigel replied. "Lady Maggie was the daughter of my uncle's second wife." "She is very charming," Naida murmured. "I find her delightful," Nigel agreed. "She is not only charming, but she has intelligence," Naida continued. "I think that Lord Dorminster was very fond of her, that he trusted her with many of his secrets." "Had he secrets?" Nigel asked.
We are going to see the breaking up of a mighty empire." "Tell me what has happened or is going to happen," Nigel begged. "Well, for one thing," his uncle replied, "the Emperor of the East is preparing for a visit to Europe. He will be here probably next month. You know whom I mean, of course?" "Prince Shan!" Nigel exclaimed. "Prince Shan of China," Lord Dorminster assented.
Angleford, a mere handful of red-brick cottages, five miles from a railway station, was little known to the outer world. Its nearest market-town was Dorminster, and the village of Thorley lay between Angleford and the county town.
"This dispatch is from him," Lord Dorminster replied, indicating the pile of manuscript upon the table, "a dispatch which came into my hands in a most marvellous fashion. He died last week in a nursing home in well, let us say a foreign capital. The professor in charge of the hospital sends a long report as to the unhappy disease from which he suffered. As a matter of fact, he was poisoned."
Do you always provide strawberries for your guests, Lord Dorminster? If so, I should like to come and live here." "If you will promise to come and live here," he replied, "I will provide strawberries if I have to start a nursery garden in Jersey." "Maggie," Naida announced across the table, "Lord Dorminster has proposed to me. The matter of strawberries has brought us together.
The only route by which a cart can enter Birchmead branches off from the Dorminster Road, across a quarter of a mile of meadows: and when the gate of the first meadow is closed, the village is completely shut in on every side. The world scarcely knows it, and it does not know the world its life is "but a sleep and a forgetting."
"Very soon," Prince Shan promised, as he and Maggie leaned from the window of the car, "I shall send the Black Dragon for you, Lord Dorminster, and for the one other whom I think you may wish to bring. Asia is not so far off, these days, and Maggie will love to see her friends." Almost imperceptibly the giant airship floated away. "Watch, both of you," Maggie cried.
Immelan frowned slightly as he glanced across the room. "There is not much to tell," he answered, without enthusiasm. "The young lady is, as you know, Lady Maggie Trent. The older lady, with the white hair, is, I believe, her aunt. The name of their escort is Lord Dorminster. You would probably know him by the name of Kingley he has only just succeeded to the title."
"The same Lord Dorminster who was in the Government many years ago?" "He was Foreign Secretary when I was Governor of Jamaica," Sir Daniel answered. "A very brilliant man he was in those days." Immelan nodded thoughtfully. "I remember," he said. Nigel Kingley, on leaving the St.
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