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Chester, the colonel's wife, and Mrs. Perceval's hostess. "It can't be good for him to be always on the winning side." Hone was trotting quietly down the field, laughing all over his handsome, sunburnt face at the cheers that greeted him. He dismounted close to Mrs. Perceval, and was instantly seized by Duncombe and thumped upon the back with all the force of his friend's goodwill.
We regret to state no trace has been discovered of the missing young lady. "That was only issued a few hours ago," the manager said. "And I thought," Duncombe said bitterly, "that the French police were the best in the world!" The manager said nothing. Duncombe rose from his chair. "I shall go myself to the Café Montmartre," he said. The manager bowed.
These young people are not relatives of yours, are they?" "No!" "Nor very old friends? The young lady, for instance?" Duncombe looked up, and his face was set in grim and dogged lines. He felt like a man who was nailing his colors to the mast. "The young lady," he said, "is, I pray Heaven, my future wife!" Spencer was honestly amazed, and a little shocked. "Forgive me, Duncombe," he said.
Cecil had just thanked Colonel Ross for pushing her in a chair, and on his leaving her was deliberating whether to walk home with her dignity, or watch for some other cavalier, when the drag drew up on the road close by, and from it came Captain and Mrs. Duncombe, with two strangers, who were introduced to her as 'Mrs. Tallboys and the Professor, just fetched from the station.
The current of life flowed on at River View Cottage without so much as a ripple in the shape of an event, after the appalling midnight visit of Miser Screwton's ghost, until one summer evening, when Captain Duncombe came home in very high spirits, bringing with him an old friend, of whom Miss Duncombe had heard her father talk very often; but whom she had hitherto never seen.
Fuller's, trying to help her to put her complicated affairs in order, so as to be ready for a move as soon as one daughter, who had the fever slightly, could be taken away, and he was driving home again, when he overtook Mrs. Duncombe and offered her a lift, for her step was weary.
A man rose quickly from the lounge in the hotel as he entered. Duncombe greeted him with a little expression of wonder. "Spencer!" he exclaimed. "Were you waiting to see me?" The journalist nodded. He was not in evening dress, and he too had the appearance of a man who has received something of a shock. "Yes. The café is closed, I suppose. Let us go down into the smoke-room.
The evidence against you is already sufficiently strong." Duncombe laughed derisively. "What sort of a puppet show is this?" he exclaimed. "You know as well as any man living how that poor girl came to her end. This is a cover for something else, of course. What do you want of me? Let's get at it without wasting time."
Forgive me, but it was not by any chance my husband whom you wished to see?" "Your husband would have done as well, Madame," Duncombe answered bluntly, "but I learned that he was not at home. My visit is really to Miss Poynton. I should be exceedingly obliged if you would allow me the privilege of a few minutes' conversation with her." The forehead of the Marquise was wrinkled with surprise.
Teddy Duncombe, airily clad in pyjamas, stood a moment on the verandah to peer in upon his major, then stepped into the room with the assurance of one who had never yet found himself unwelcome. "Hullo, my son!" responded Hone, who, clad still more airily, was exercising his great muscles with dumb-bells before plunging into his morning tub.
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