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"In that case," I said, "the Gastrell who has leased Easterton's house can't be the man you and I have met, because, from what Easterton said, he saw his man quite recently. Ah, here is Lord Easterton," I added, as the door opened and he re-entered. "You know him, don't you?" "Quite well," Jack Osborne answered, "Don't you? Come, I'll introduce you, and then we'll clear this thing up."
I inquired of my driver as I paid him off at Brooks's. "I've no idea, sir," he answered. "Looks as though there was trouble of some sort." Another fare hailed him, so our conversation ended. I found Easterton awaiting me in a deserted card-room. "This may be a serious affair, Berrington," he said in a tone of anxiety as I seated myself in the opposite corner of the big, leather-covered settee.
"By the way, this feller Gastrell who's taken my house tells me he's fond of huntin'," the first speaker whom I knew to be Lord Easterton, a man said to have spent three small fortunes in trying to make a big one remarked. "Said somethin' about huntin' with the Belvoir or the Quorn. Shouldn't be surprised if he got put up for this club later." "Should you propose him if he asked you?"
Osborne smiled in a curious way, and blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling without saying anything. "Why, what is it?" Easterton asked, noticing the smile. "Oh, nothing. A little thought that crept into my brain, that's all." "Tell us what your Gastrell's wife is like," Easterton pursued. "Like? What is she not like!
"And at the side of his chin," he ended, "he's got a little scar, sort of scar you see on German students' faces, only quite small doesn't disfigure him a bit." "But this is extraordinary," Lord Easterton exclaimed. "You have described my man to the letter even to the scar. Can they be twins? Even twins, though, wouldn't have the same scar, the result probably of some accident.
Easterton, who meets Cranmere frequently, is at this moment in the hall arguing with Preston about land taxation and small holdings, under the impression that he is talking to Cranmere. It really is rather amusing." When I had expressed my astonishment, and we had talked for a minute or two, he suddenly grew serious.
"No, I am not with Aunt Hannah, nor is Aunt Hannah with me. I have come up on my own." "'On your own'? What do you mean?" "I'll tell you, but won't you introduce me, Mike?" "Easterton," I said, "this is Roland Challoner's boy, Dick. Jack, this is the boy I told you about who was chloroformed by the thieves at Holt." Jack's eyes rested on Dick. Then he put out his hand.
A constable standing by, however, told us that Osborne and Easterton had driven away together in a car "his lordship's car, which his lordship had telephoned for," he said, and that "the two ladies had gone to the Ritz for tea" he had heard them say, as they walked away, that they were going there. Alone I followed them.
But whatever it is it's perfectly lovely hair, and she has any amount of it. I wouldn't mind betting that when she lets it down it falls quite to her feet and hangs all round her like a cloak." "I should like to meet this goddess, Jack," Easterton said, his curiosity aroused.
Easterton asked. "Did he? By heaven, the poor chap he tackled was carried out unconscious at the end of the second round Jack's bet was with Teddy Forsyth, and he pocketed a couple of ponies then and there." "Did he really? Capital! And Teddy's such a mean chap; he didn't like partin', did he?" "Like it? He went about for the rest of the night with a face like a funeral mute's." "Capital!"
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