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But Fendihook was undismayed. "Some fellows have all the luck! Here's to him, and here's to you, Sheba's Queen." He nodded to Liosha and pulled at his drink. But Liosha did not respond. A hard look appeared in her eyes and the knuckles of her hand showed white. Presently she rose and went onto the terrace, where she found Jaffery fixing a rebellious rug round Doria's feet.
"Now where has it gone to?" Susan, who had shrunk beneath Jaffery's protecting shadow, crept forward fascinated. Mr. Fendihook took a sudden step or two towards a flower bed. "Why, there it is!" He stretched out a hand and there before our eyes the handkerchief hung limp over the pruned top of a standard rose. "Jolly good!" exclaimed Jaffery. "I hope you don't mind. I like amusing kiddies.
After despatching, by the chasseur, a long telegram to Barbara, and sending up to Liosha's room a bunch of red roses we bought at a florist's hard by, I surrendered myself idly to the contemplation of the matutinal Sunday life of provincial France, while Jaffery smoked his pipe and uttered staccato maledictions on Mr. Ras Fendihook. I love provincial France.
Ras Fendihook, he would have found occasion, towards the end of his tour, of sending her on a fool's errand, say, to Texas, while he worked his way to New York, where he would have an unembarrassed voyage back to England, leaving Liosha floundering helplessly in the railway network of the United States. I have made it my business to enquire into the ways of this entertaining but unholy villain.
"My dear Liosha," said I, "our social system is so complicated that it is no wonder you don't appreciate the more delicate ramifications " "Oh! Talk sense to her," growled Jaffery. "Mr. Fendihook is not quite" I hesitated "not quite the kind of person, my dear, that we're accustomed to meet." "I know," said Liosha, "you want them all stamped out in a pattern, like little tin soldiers."
"If Fendihook knew, he would be as sick as a dog." "And the poor dear is so honest and truthful," said Barbara. "She thought she was doing the honourable thing in letting you know." "No doubt modelling herself on Mrs. Jupp, late Considine," said I. "Who let us know at the last minute," said Barbara with a quick knitting of the brow. "Precisely," said I. "Good Lord!" cried Jaffery.
He pointed with his finger and from behind the old yew arbour came the shrill clamour of a little dog in agony. It brought Barbara flying out of the house. Liosha followed leisurely. The yelping ceased. Mr. Ras Fendihook went to meet his hostess. Doria, Jaffery and I looked at one another in mutual and dismayed comprehension. "Old pal," quoted Doria.
"Seems to have got the pip," Mr. Fendihook remarked cheerfully. Barbara, with icy politeness, offered him tea. He refused, explaining that unless he sat down to a square meal, which, in view of the excellence of his lunch, he was unable to do, he never drank tea in the afternoon. "Could I have a whisky and soda, old pal?" The drink was brought.
We began our search. First we examined the playbills at the various places of entertainment. Ras Fendihook was not playing in Southampton. We went round the hotels, the South-Western, the Royal, the Star, the Dolphin, the Polygon and found no trace of the runaways.
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