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As he uttered these words the handle of the door turned, and Lady Elcombe, warmly clad in furs, came forward to greet the novelist. "I'm so glad that I returned before you left, Mr. Fetherston," she exclaimed. "We've been to a most dreary play; and I'm simply dying for some tea. Enid, ring the bell, dear, will you?" Then continuing, she added in warm enthusiasm: "Really, Mr.
As you know, I'm keenly interested in military affairs and especially in the reorganisation of the Army after the war," replied Walter Fetherston, a dark, well-set-up man of forty, with a round, merry face and a pair of eyes which, behind their gold pince-nez, showed a good-humoured twinkle. Of the four men, General Sir Hugh Elcombe and Walter Fetherston were, perhaps, equally distinguished.
Yet, filled with contempt for himself, he asked whether he did not deserve to be degraded publicly, and drummed out of the army. Were it not for Lady Elcombe and Enid he would long ago have gone to East Africa and effaced himself. But he could not bring himself to desert them.
SIR HUGH ELCOMBE spent a most interesting and instructive day within the Fortress of Haudiomont. He really did not want to go. The visit bored him. The world was at peace, and there was no incentive to espionage as there had been in pre-war days.
"Safety lies in pursuing my increasing practice, and devoting all my spare time to well, to my real profession." He flicked the ash off his cigar as he spoke. "Your friend, Elcombe, will have to be very careful. The peril is considerable in that quarter." "I know that full well. But if he failed it would be he who would suffer not I. As usual, I do not appear in the affair at all."
Upon the steps stood four men in thick overcoats, all of whom Walter instantly recognised. With Trendall stood Sir Hugh Elcombe, while their companions were two detective-inspectors from Scotland Yard. "Hallo! Fetherston!" gasped Trendall. "I I expected to find Weirmarsh here! What has happened?" "The doctor is already here," was the other's quick reply.
"We were speaking of Sir Hugh Elcombe," remarked the other. "He has been of use to us, eh?" "Of considerable use, but his usefulness is all but ended," replied the doctor. "He will go to France before long, if he does not act as I direct." "Into a veritable hornet's nest!" exclaimed the red-bearded man. He recognised a strange expression upon the doctor's face, and added, "Ah, I see.
But the man only shrugged his shoulders and, turning from her, laughed unconcernedly. He knew that he held her in bonds stronger than steel, that his will was hers for good or for evil. "I TELL you it can't be done the risk is far too great!" declared Sir Hugh Elcombe, standing with his back to the fireplace in his cosy little den in Hill Street at noon next day. "It must be done," answered Dr.
At the head sat Lady Elcombe, a quiet, rather fragile, calm-faced woman in black, whose countenance bore traces of long suffering, but whose smile was very sweet.
It was popularly supposed that Sir Hugh, by marrying His Majesty's Minister's widow, had married money, and was thus able to sustain the position he did. Other military men in his position found it difficult to make both ends meet, and many envied old Hugh Elcombe and his wealthy wife.
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