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Instruct him to stay at the village inn in character of American seeing sights of England, and anxious to inspect Dreever Castle. I will meet him in the village and recognize him as old New York friend, and will then give him further instructions. Yours faithfully, J. McEACHERN. P. S. Kindly not send a rube, but a real smart man. This brief, but pregnant letter cost some pains in its composition.
"This man's brother I was telling you about," said Lord Dreever, "says there's only one rhyme in the English language to 'burglar, and that's 'gurgler unless you count 'pergola'! He says " "Personally," said Jimmy, with a glance at McEachern, "I have rather a sympathy for burglars. After all, they are one of the hardest-working classes in existence. They toil while everybody else is asleep.
"Sorry you don't feel up to breakfast," said Jimmy, helping himself to marmalade. "I am generally to be found among those lining up when the gong goes. I've breakfasted on a glass of water and a bag of bird-seed in my time. That sort of thing makes you ready to take whatever you can get. Seen the paper?" "Thanks." Jimmy finished his breakfast, and lighted a pipe. Lord Dreever laid down the paper.
"That looks frightfully exciting," he said, disparagingly. "What are you playing at? Patience?" Hargate nodded again, this time without looking up. "Oh, don't sit there looking like a frog," said Lord Dreever, irritably. "Talk, man." Hargate gathered up the cards, and proceeded to shuffle them in a meditative manner, whistling the while. "Oh, stop it!" said his lordship.
It was popularly supposed that the heir, after hearing it, never smiled again; but it did not seem to have affected the present Lord Dreever to any great extent. His gurgling laugh was drowning the orchestra. Probably, Jimmy thought, when the family lawyer had told the light-haired young man the secret, the latter's comment had been, "No, really? By Jove, I say, you know!"
And the manager harangued the servants, and the servants harangued one another, and everybody talked at the same time; and father and I promised not to tell a soul; so Lady Julia doesn't know a word about it to this day. And I don't see why she ever should though, one of these days, I've a good mind to tell Lord Dreever. Think what a hold he would have over them!
It was his light-haired lordship of Dreever. "I say, by Jove, why we're always meeting!" A tramp on a bench close by stirred uneasily in his sleep as the gurgling laugh rippled the air. "Been looking at the water?" inquired Lord Dreever. "I have. I often do. Don't you think it sort of makes a chap feel oh, you know. Sort of I don't know how to put it." "Mushy?" said Jimmy.
"You still here? By the way " he eyed Lord Dreever curiously "I never thought of asking before what on earth are you doing here? Why were you behind the curtain? Were you playing hide-and-seek?" His lordship was not one of those who invent circumstantial stories easily on the spur of the moment. He searched rapidly for something that would pass muster, then abandoned the hopeless struggle.
I thought you were a crook. You were with Mullins in New York. I told her you were a crook." "You told her that!" "I said I knew it. I couldn't tell her the truth why I thought so. I said I had made inquiries in New York, and found out about you." Jimmy saw now. The mystery was solved. So, that was why Molly had allowed them to force her into the engagement with Dreever.
"Dat's right. It ain't up to me to come buttin' in. Sorry, boss. Sorry, gents. Sorry loidy. Me for de tall grass." "There's a luggage-cart of sorts," said Lord Dreever, pointing. "Sure," said Spike, affably. He trotted away. "Jump in, Pitt," said Lord Dreever. "I'm going to walk." "No, I'll walk," said Jimmy. "I'd rather. I want a bit of exercise. Which way do I go?"
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