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It is a dreadfully difficult thing for a woman to do, but you must try. You understand?" Christabel was evidently putting a strong constraint on her tongue, for she merely bowed and said nothing. She had her own good reasons for the diplomacy of silence. Henson and Frank Littimer were disappearing in the direction of the staircase. "I say nothing," Christabel said.
Go, and never let me see you again. Reginald, you were a fool to bring that boy here to-night. See him off the premises and fasten the door again." "Surely," Christabel interfered, "surely at this time of the night " "You should be in bed," Littimer said, tartly. "My dear young lady, if you and I are to remain friends I must ask you to mind your own business.
The reconciliation is complete and absolute. Chris says the house is not the same now, and that she didn't imagine that it could be so cheerful. Reginald Henson " "My dear child, Henson is not there now." "Well, he is. He went there last night, knowing that he was at his last gasp, with the idea of getting more money from Lady Littimer. To his great surprise he found Littimer there also.
Well, my sweet philanthropist and most engaging gentleman, and what may we have the pleasure of doing for you to-night?" "Lord Littimer?" Henson gasped. "Lord Littimer here?" Bell gave a gesture of relief as the door closed upon Henson. Heritage looked like a man who does not quite understand. "I haven't quite got the hang of it yet," he said. "Was that done for my benefit?"
The ready lie tripped off his tongue. Chris smiled slightly. "Do you know, you remind me very much of somebody," he went on. "And yet I don't know why, because you are quite different. Lord Littimer tells me you are an American." "The Stars and Stripes," Chris laughed. "I guess our nation is the first on earth. Now, if you happen to know anything about Boston "
We must give that rascal Henson no cause for suspicion." "You are quite right," Frank replied. "And I'd like to to shake hands now, dad." Littimer put out his hand, without a word. The cool, cynical man of the world would have found it difficult to utter a syllable just then. When he looked up again he was smiling. "Go along," he said. "You're a lucky fellow, Frank. That girl's one in a million."
I told you just now that the Carfax estates adjoin the Littimer property. The family is still extant and powerful, but the feud between the two houses has never ceased. Of course, people don't carry on a vendetta these peaceful days, but the families have not visited for centuries. "There was a daughter Claire, whom Frank Littimer got to know by some means or other.
If I hadn't been upon my guard, I am convinced she would have had my blood. 'I think the better of her for it, said I, indignantly. Mr. Littimer bent his head, as much as to say, 'Indeed, sir? But you're young! and resumed his narrative.
For an hour or two he must cease to be Littimer, the prosperous moneyed man, and must tread once more the obscure paths through which he had made his way to fortune. He could hardly have explained the prompting which he obeyed. Could it have had anything to do with the treacherous holes in the bottoms of those old shoes?
He proceeded to a telegraph office the first thing the following morning and wired Littimer to the effect that he must see him on important business. He had an hour or two at his disposal, so he took a cab as far as Downend Terrace. He found Steel slug-hunting in the conservatory, the atmosphere of which was blue with cigarette smoke. "So you are not working this morning?" he asked.
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