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Updated: September 14, 2025
"Julian is going to take you in to dinner, Miss Abbeway," the Countess announced, "and I hope you will be kind to him, for he's been out all night and a good part of the morning, too, shooting ducks and talking nonsense with a terrible Socialist." Lady Maltenby passed on.
"I am an Englishman and a patriot," Furley continued, "just as much as you are, although you are a son of the Earl of Maltenby, and you fought in the war. You must listen to me without prejudice. There are thoughtful men in England, patriots to the backbone, trying to grope their way to the truth about this bloody sacrifice. There are thoughtful men in Germany on the same tack.
The Colonel raised his eyebrows very slightly and moved slowly towards the door. "The matter is in the hands of my police," he said, "but if you could excuse me for half a moment, Lord Maltenby, I should like to speak to your head chauffeur." "By all means," the Earl replied. "I will take you round to the garage myself." Julian entered the drawing-room hurriedly a few minutes later.
"He declares that this is his first holiday this year. He is looking rather tired, but he has had an hour's shooting since he arrived, and seemed to enjoy it. Here's your father." The Earl of Maltenby, who entered a moment later, was depressingly typical. He was as tall as his youngest son, with whom he shook hands absently and whom he resembled in no other way.
"I watched her whilst she was talking to you," the Oxford don continued. "She is one of those rare young women whose undoubted beauty is put into the background by their general attractiveness. Lady Maltenby was telling me fragments of her history. It appears that she is thinking of giving up her artistic career for some sort of sociological work."
There is a suggestion that he escaped in a motor-car, but he is probably hiding in the neighbourhood." Lord Maltenby frowned. There seemed to him something incongruous in the fact that a deed of this sort should have been committed in his domain without his knowledge. He rose to his feet. "The Countess is probably relying upon some of us for bridge," he said.
"Tell me what you know?" "Singularly little," Mr. Stenson replied. "He left Maltenby with Miss Abbeway the day after their engagement, and, according to the stories which I have heard, arranged to dine with her that night. She came to call for him and found that he had disappeared.
"Julian," he demanded sternly, "what is the meaning of this?" For a moment Julian was speechless, bereft of words, or sense of movement. Catherine still knelt there, trembling. Then Lord Maltenby was pushed unceremoniously to one side. It was the Princess who entered. "Catherine!" she screamed. "Catherine!" The girl rose slowly to her feet.
"You come of a race of men, Colonel Henderson, who win wars," she declared graciously. "You know your own mind." "You will be joining us presently, I hope?" Lord Maltenby enquired from the door. "In a very few minutes," she promised. The door closed behind them. Catherine waited for a moment, then she sank a little hysterically into a chair.
The colonel, a fine, military-looking figure of a man, shook hands with Lord Maltenby. "My most profound apologies, sir," he said, as he accepted a chair. "The Countess was kind enough to say that if I were not able to get away in time for dinner, I might come up afterwards." "You are sure that you have dined?" "I had something at Mess, thank you." "A glass of port, then?"
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