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"Only two hours ago I postponed a business appointment on account of it." "So good of you, Senator," and Mrs. Tower's smile lent a tinge of sarcasm to the words. "I'm awfully anxious that you should meet Mr. Jacob. I'm deeply interested, you know." Meiklejohn glanced rather sharply at the lady's companion, who, however, was merely a vacuous man about town.
He must be given breathing-time, permitted to collect his wits. She was sure of her ground. Her case was not legally strong. Meiklejohn would discover that defect, and, indeed, it was not her object to act legally. If others could plot and scheme, she would have a finger in the pie that was all.
Meanwhile all important operations were suspended, though the foraging and "sniping" continued as usual. The force was now large enough for two brigades to be formed, and on the arrival of Brigadier-General Meiklejohn it was reconstituted as follows: 1st Brigade.
Some thirty years ago, on the death of his father, he and his brother, Ralph Vane Meiklejohn, inherited an old-established banking business in Vermont. Ralph was a bit of a rake, but local opinion regarded William as a steady-going, domesticated man who would uphold the family traditions.
"Well, my dear chap, I was naturally anxious to see you, because but perhaps you don't know that those scoundrels meant to attack you, not me?" Meiklejohn smiled wanly. "Oh, yes," he said. "The police found that out by some means. I believe the authorities actually suspected me of being concerned in the affair." Tower laughed boisterously. "That's the limit!" he roared. "Come with me to the club.
Mrs. Tower laughed lightly. "One o'clock," she said. "Don't be late! Come along, Mr. Forrest. Your car is blocking the way." Mr. Meiklejohn flourished his hat again. He turned and found himself face to face with the hard-featured woman who had been waiting and watching for this very opportunity. She barred his further progress even caught his arm.
Brigadier-General Jeffries, C.B. The Buffs. 35th Sikhs. 38th Dogras. Guides Infantry. No.7 Mountain Battery. 3rd Brigade. Brigadier-General Wodehouse. No.1 Mountain Battery, R.A. Cavalry 11th Bengal Lancers. Line of Communications. 1st Brigade. Brigadier-General Meiklejohn. Royal West Kent. Highland Light Infantry. 31st Punjaub Infantry. 24th Punjaub Infantry. 45th Sikhs.
We're six of one and half a dozen of the other." When this self-proclaimed adventurer was really aroused he dropped the rough argot of the plains. His diction showed even some measure of culture. Meiklejohn walked unsteadily to the door. He opened it. There was no one in the passage without. "I'm sorry," he said in a strangely subdued voice. "What do you want? What do you suggest?"
Winifred, pale as death, rose to receive her lover, with that letter in her hand which made an appointment with her at a house in East Orange; a letter which she believed to have been written by a dramatic agent, but which was actually inspired by Senator Meiklejohn. It was the bait of the trap which should put her once more in the power of Meiklejohn and his accomplices.
He hurried on at once, and, in spite of the disturbed state of the country, reached the Malakand about noon on the 1st of August. The desperate position of the garrison of Chaldara was fully appreciated by their comrades at the Malakand. As the night of the 31st had been comparatively quiet, Brigadier-General Meiklejohn determined to attempt to force his way to their relief the next day.
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