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Name your place." "Prince's, then," was the prompt rejoinder. As they walked along Piccadilly the Honorable Bertie was forced ahead by the narrowness of the pavement and the jostling crowds, and Drexell whispered at Jack's ear: "A good sort, that young chap. I met him in New York a year ago. His next eldest brother, the Honorable George, is over there now.
He saw Drexell off for his home in New York, and then he packed up his belongings they had been under lock and key in a room of the house on the Boulevard St. Germain and emigrated to London. His great sorrow was only an unpleasant memory to him now. He had friends in England, but no relations there or anywhere, so far as he knew.
By the way, I met old Nevill last night dined with him. And that reminds me " He turned to his companion, the fresh-faced boy, and introduced him to Jack as the Honorable Bertie Raven. The two shook hands cordially, and exchanged a few commonplace words. "Come on; we've held up this corner long enough," exclaimed Drexell. "Let's go and lunch together somewhere. I'll leave it to you, Raven.
Jimmie Drexell had gone during the afternoon, and Jack was alone in the big studio alone with his misery and his anguish. He had scarcely tasted food since morning, much to the distress of Alphonse. He looked a mere wreck of his former self haggard and unshaven, with hard lines around his weary eyes. He had not changed his clothes, and they were wrinkled and untidy.
"It was Providence that guided you here," replied the vicar. "His ways are indeed marvelous. I wish you every success, Mr. Drexell. I trust that your friend will speedily be at liberty, and if I can be of any further service, count upon me." "I'll do that, sir," Jimmie assured him.
Her mood changed as quickly, and she suddenly clasped her arms around his neck. "Forgive me, Jack," she whispered. "I always do," he sighed. "And, please, please get some money now." "You know that I can't." "Yes, you can. You have lots of friends they won't refuse you." "But I hate to ask them. Of course, Jimmie Drexell would gladly loan me a few pounds "
"But, pray sit down, Mr. Drexell, and we will talk further of the sad affair. Lunch will be ready in a few minutes, and I shall be glad to have you " "Thanks, but I can't stop," Jimmie interrupted, as he put on his hat. "I'm off to town to help the police to find the guilty man." "But surely, my dear sir, this is a very hasty conclusion "
The visitors were Jimmie Drexell and Sir Lucius Chesney, and, greatly to their mutual amazement and the surprise of the solicitor, it appeared that they had come on the same errand to engage Mr. Tenby to look after the interests of Jack Vernon. They were soon on the best of terms. "Mr. Vernon is an old friend of mine," Jimmie explained, "and I am going to see him through this thing.
I will stake my life on his innocence!" "I am glad to hear you say that," replied Sir Lucius. "I am convinced myself that he is guiltless that his story is true in every particular. His face is a warranty of that. I am deeply interested in the young man, Mr. Drexell. I have taken a fancy to him and I insist on aiding in his defense. Don't refuse, sir. Expense is no object to me!"
Then doubt fled. His brain throbbed, and the world grew black. "Diane! My God!" fell from his lips. "Fancy her turning up!" Nevill whispered to Drexell. "It's a bad business," Jimmie replied; he, as well as Nevill, had known Diane Merode while she was Jack's wife. The woman came closer; she shrugged her shoulders mockingly. "Jack my husband," she said. "Have you no welcome for me?"
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