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Updated: May 17, 2025
Next morning, when Jimmy, having sent Spike off to the tailor's, with instructions to get a haircut en route, was dealing with a combination of breakfast and luncheon at his flat, Lord Dreever called. "Thought I should find you in," observed his lordship. "Well, laddie, how goes it? Having breakfast? Eggs and bacon! Great Scott! I couldn't touch a thing." The statement was borne out by his looks.
He was with another man and Lady Julia Blunt. Surely, he didn't make you walk?" "I offered to walk. Somebody had to. Apparently, he had forgotten to let them know he was bringing me." "And then he misdirected you! He's very casual, I'm afraid." "Inclined that way, perhaps." "Have you known Lord Dreever long?" "Since a quarter past twelve last night." "Last night!"
She moved off in pursuit of the solitary fowl, which had edged nervously away. Lord Dreever bent toward Jimmy. "Frightfully sorry, Pitt, old man," he whispered, feverishly. "Didn't want to come. Couldn't help it. He sent me out." He half-looked over his shoulder. "And," he added rapidly, as Molly came back, "the old boy's up at his bedroom window now, watching us through his opera-glasses!"
It's not the sort of game you'd shine at. Better stick to picquet." "If you think I can't pay your rotten money " "I do. But, if you can, so much the better. Money is always useful." "I may be a fool in some ways " "You understate it, my dear man." " but I'm not a cad." "You're getting quite rosy, Dreever. Wrath is good for the complexion."
"She looked a charming girl," said Jimmy. They examined the water in silence. From somewhere out in the night came the sound of oars, as the police-boat moved on its patrol. "Does she make you want to go to Japan?" asked Jimmy, suddenly. "Eh?" said Lord Dreever, startled. "Japan?" Jimmy adroitly abandoned the position of confidant, and seized that of confider.
He removed the three notes, and replaced the drawer. "Honor of the Dreevers!" he added, pocketing the money. Molly was horrified. "But, Lord Dreever!" she cried. "You can't! You mustn't! You can't be going, really, to take that money! It's stealing! It isn't yours! You must put it back." His lordship wagged a forefinger very solemnly at her. "That," he said, "is where you make error! Mine!
"Are you going to be a week getting that water?" His lordship proceeded to soak a sponge without further parley; but, as he carried his dripping burden across the room, Molly recovered. She tried weakly to free herself. Jimmy helped her to a chair. He had dropped the necklace on the floor, and Lord Dreever nearly trod on it. "What ho!" observed his lordship, picking it up.
"Oh!" said Lord Dreever. His air did not belie his feelings. He looked pensive, and was pensive. It was deuced awkward, this twenty pounds business. Hargate was watching him covertly. It was his business to know other people's business, and he knew that Lord Dreever was impecunious, and depended for supplies entirely on a prehensile uncle.
That he should be unable to talk with Molly was an evil, but a negative evil. It was supplemented by one that was positive. Even in the midst of the chaos of rehearsals, he could not help noticing that Molly and Lord Dreever were very much together. Also and this was even more sinister he observed that both Sir Thomas Blunt and Mr.
Lord Dreever, as was only to be expected in a contest between teacher and student, won the first two hands. Hargate won the next. "I've got the hang of it all right now," he said, complacently. "It's a simple sort of game. Make it more exciting, don't you think, if we played for something?" "All right," said Lord Dreever slowly, "if you like."
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