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This is Lord Leslie Wendover, third son of the Duke of Mochester. You may remember Lord Leslie Wendover's name in connection with the Berlin scandals fifteen years ago. This," he added, turning to me, "is Hardross Courage. You have heard of him, no doubt. The lady is Miss Van Hoyt of America." Mr. Staunton bowed to all of us. "Well?" he said.
Nothing more I can do for you, Mr. Courage?" "Nothing at all, thank you," I answered, moving towards the door. "They have just telephoned down to say that a gentleman has called for you Sir Gilbert Hardross, I believe." I nodded and glanced at the clock. "Thanks!" I said, "I must hurry." "I will reserve a table for you in the restaurant to-night, sir," Mr. Blumentein said, bowing me out.
"They weren't so much to blame. A man was murdered in the Rockies who called himself Hardross Courage, and who was travelling with my traps. Only you see it wasn't I!" "A man who called himself Hardross Courage," Gilbert repeated, bewildered. "It's an uncommon name." "The men who killed him," I answered, "thought that they had killed me. It's a long story, Gilbert.
He started at the sound of my voice, and took a quick step towards me. I held out my hand. "God in Heaven, it's Hardross!" he exclaimed. I laughed as our hands met. "I shall not bother about my disguise any longer," I remarked. "It is evidently better even than I had hoped." He wrung my hand. I was delighted to see that there was nothing in his face but joy.
Hardross Courage, and would be obliged if he will arrange to vacate his room by midday. The manager further regrets that he is unable to offer Mr. Courage any other accommodation." "Tell the valet to let me have a bath in five minutes," I ordered, springing out of bed, "and bring me some tea. Look sharp!" I was in a furious temper.
"Have you ever thought of Parliament, Hardross?" he asked. I shook my head. "One in the family," I murmured, "is sufficient." "The diplomatic service," he remarked, "you are, of course, too old for." "Naturally," I agreed; "as a matter of fact, I have no hankerings for what you would call a career." "And yet " he began.
He scarcely waited until we were off before he began. "Hardross!" he asked, "what's up?" "Nothing particular," I answered lamely. "Rubbish!" he declared, "you are the last man in the world I should have expected to see in town the second week in September! You haven't come for nothing, have you? And then this interview with Lord Polloch. What on earth can you have to say to the Prime Minister?"
He had apparently been shot through the heart by a rifle bullet, and must have been dead for some weeks. From papers and other belongings found in his possesion, the deceased gentleman appears to have been a Mr. Hardross Courage of England." "The body found this morning by Mr. Charles Urnans of New York has been identified as that of Mr.
"For three, at eight o'clock," I answered. My cousin, Gilbert Hardross, was eight years older than I, and of intensely serious proclivities. He was, I believe, a very useful member of the House, and absolutely conscientious in the discharge of what he termed his duty to his constituents.
"I should not have come out," I told her. "To tell you the truth, Adele, I am a different man now from what I was half an hour ago. I had forgotten that I was still a live being, and that the world was, after all, a beautiful place. I think I had forgotten that there was such a person as Hardross Courage.
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