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Anybody getting through that window could easily get the frame from its two nails and take out the paper." "Do you think so?" Littimer asked, uneasily. "I am certain of it. Take my advice and make it secure. The panels behind are hard wood thick black oak.
Littimer obeyed mechanically, but though he rang and rang again no answer came. With a snarling curse Henson dragged himself out of bed and crossed the room, with limbs that shook under him. He twirled the handle round passionately. "You always were a fool," he growled, "and you always will be." Still no reply came. Henson whirled angrily, but he could elicit no response.
"Mind you, there is doubtless a deal that is legendary about what I am going to tell you. But the ring given to my ancestor Rupert Littimer by Prince Rupert himself is an actuality.
My dear, what shall we do with this pretty fellow?" Lady Littimer shook her head doubtfully. It was plain that the presence of Henson disturbed her. There was just a suggestion of the old madness in her eyes. "Send him away," she said. "Let him go." "Send him away by all means," Littimer went on. "But letting him go is another matter. If we do the police will pick him up on other charges.
Just for a moment or two he was speechless with indignation. "You charlatan," he said, hoarsely. "You barefaced trickster." Bell started back. His mute question stung Littimer to the quick. "You wanted to be cleared," the latter said. "You wanted to befool me again.
We were at the height of our enjoyment, and were all busily engaged, in our several departments, endeavouring to bring the last batch of slices to a state of perfection that should crown the feast, when I was aware of a strange presence in the room, and my eyes encountered those of the staid Littimer, standing hat in hand before me. 'What's the matter? I involuntarily asked.
I will compare it with the original by and by." Henson listened with a sinking feeling at his heart. Was it possible, he wondered, that Lord Littimer had really recovered the original? He had had hopes of getting it back even now, and making it the basis of terms of surrender. Lady Littimer snatched the ring from Littimer's grasp and threw it through the open window into the garden.
There was a loud buzzing in his ears, so that he could hardly hear the murmur of voices in the drawing-room below. This was annoying, because Henson liked to hear everything that other folks said. Then he dropped off into a kind of dreamy state, coming back presently to the consciousness that he had fainted. Meanwhile Frank Littimer had joined Enid in the drawing-room.
Lady Littimer fled to Longdean Grange, where Frank joined her. Then my uncle turned up, and there was a scene. It is said that Lord Littimer struck his wife, but Frank says that she fell against his gesticulating fist. Anyway, it was the same as a blow, and Lady Littimer dropped on the floor, dragging a table down with her, flowers and china and all. You have seen that table in Longdean Granges.
With a great show of virtuous resignation Lord Littimer consented. "I have always been the jest of fortune," he said, plaintively; "but I never expected to be dragged all over the place at my time of life by a girl who is anxious to make me acquainted with the choicest blackguardism in the kingdom. I leave my happy home, my cook, and my cellar, for at least a week of hotel living.
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