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Gabriel showed signs of deep annoyance. He had the reputation of being a confirmed woman-hater, and it was plain that he was ill at ease in presence of this plain-spoken young person. "You appear to be a lady of much common sense!" he said. "Therefore " "I have some common sense," interrupted Miss Fosdyke coolly.

Fosdyke could say a word in reply, Master Freddy changed suddenly from a darling boy to a detestable imp. "I say, Mr. Sax!" he called out, "Miss Morris doesn't mind you a bit she only laughs at you." The answer to this was the sudden closing of a door. Mr. Sax had taken refuge from me in one of the ground-floor rooms. I was so mortified, I could almost have cried.

"She spoke of her wealth," remarked the Earl. "Yes," said Neale. "She must be wealthy, too. She's the sole proprietor of Fosdyke's Brewery." "Ho-ho!" laughed the Earl. "That's it, eh? Fosdyke's Entire! Of course I've seen the name on no end of public-houses in London. Sole proprietor? Dear me! why, I have some recollection that Fosdyke, of that brewery, was at one time a member of Parliament."

Miss Betty Fosdyke, attired in her smartest, was just entering the portals of Chestermarke's Bank. Mrs. Carswell herself opened the door of the bank-house in response to Miss Fosdyke's ring. She started a little at sight of the visitor, and her eyes glanced involuntarily and, as it seemed to Betty, with something of uneasiness, at the side-door which led into the Chestermarkes' private parlour.

We want to be in a position to say to Smith, 'Your property is safe!; to Jones, 'Your deeds are here! Does your lordship see that? But now, of course," concluded Gabriel, "as this Miss Fosdyke can and will spread the news all over the town why, we must face things." The Earl, who had listened to all this with an evident desire to comprehend and to sympathize, nodded his head. "I see I see, Mr.

"This gentleman," said the Earl, pointing to Neale, who had retreated into a corner and was staring out of the window, "suggests that Horbury may have met with an accident, you know, and be lying helpless somewhere. I sincerely hope he isn't but " Miss Fosdyke jumped from her chair. She turned an indignant look on Gabriel and let it go on to Joseph.

He'll never see beyond his trades union. You'll never found a great national party with his aid." His companion smiled. "Then we shall fail and you will continue to be Prime Minister." Mrs. Van Fosdyke came back to them, on the arm of a foreign diplomat. She leaned over to Horlock and whispered: "Lethbridge has heard that you two are here together and he is on your track. Better separate."

And after a long pause he saw from the movements of the other men that the body had been drawn to the surface and that they were bending over it. A moment later, Starmidge separated himself from the rest, and came in Neale's direction. He nodded his head energetically at Betty as he drew within speaking distance. "All right, Miss Fosdyke!" he said. "It's not your uncle. But it's the other man, Mr.

He said nothing that suggested anything unusual. The whole thing is a real facer! To me anyhow." Betty Fosdyke devoted a whole minute to taking a good look at her companion: Neale, on his part, made a somewhat shyer examination of her. He remembered her as a long-legged little girl who had no great promise of good looks: he was not quite sure that she had grown into good looks now.

"The next, we must have a reward bill printed immediately, and circulated broadcast. It must have a portrait on it I'll take that photograph you showed me last night. And we'll have to offer a specific reward in each. How much is it to be, Miss Fosdyke? For you'll have to pay it, you know." "Anything you like!" said Betty eagerly. "A thousand pounds? would that do, to begin with."