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The first statement, though eminently satisfactory, was also a little bewildering. “Two hondred generations?” he asked, courteously. “Zat is a vary old family. All bore arms you say, Mistair Bonker?” “All,” replied Mr Bunker, gravely. “The first few bore tails as well.” “Ha, ha, ha!” laughed the Baron. “You are a fonny man I pairceive, vat you call clown, yes?”
Gresley, "and she is not with the Pratts." "I know always she is not wiz ze Pratts," said Fräulein, scornfully. "She never go to Pratt if she is in grief. I go out at half seven this morning to ze Br-r-rowns, but Miss Br-r-rown know nozing. I go to Wilderleigh, I see Mrs. Loftus still in bed, but she is not there. I go to Evannses, I go to Smeeth, I go last to Mistair Valsh, but she is not there."
"Zey vill be my diplomatic duties zat I go to do! Oh, I shall prepare a leetle story do not fear me." The Baron chuckled, and then burst forth "Never was zere a man like you. Oh, cunning Mistair Bonker! And you vill give me zomezing to do in ze adventure, eh?" "I promise you that, Baron." As he gave this reassuring pledge, a peculiar smile stole over Mr.
"But, my dear sir," I protested. "I can't use the police. Miss Holladay, at least, has committed no crime; she has simply chosen to go away without informing us." "You will permit me to say, then, Mistair Lester," he observed, with just a touch of irony, "that I fail to comprehend your anxiety concerning her." I felt that I had made a mis-step; that I had need to go carefully.
Where would it be best for me to search for them?" He did not answer for a moment, and I took advantage of the opportunity to select a second cigarette and light it. I dared not remain unoccupied; I dared not meet his eyes; I trembled to see that my hand was not wholly steady. "That," he began slowly, at last, "seems to me a most ah! deeficult affair, Mistair Lester.
Madame Piriac began to speak in English her own English with a unique accent that Audrey at once loved. "You commence soon the yachting, my oncle?" said she, and turning to Audrey: "Mistair Gilman is no oncle to me. But he is a great friend of my husband. I call always him oncle. Do not I, oncle? Mistair Gilman lives only for the yachting. Every year in May we lose him, till September."
"It shows that you have given to the case much thought. I believe that you also have a fondness for crimes of mystery," and he smiled at me. "Is it not so, Mistair Lester?" "I had never suspected it," I laughed, "until this case came up, but the microbe seems to have bitten me." "Ah, yes," he said doubtfully, not quite understanding.
With an embarrassment equal to their host's, his lordship bowed and gave his hand. "I am ze Tollyvoddle vary pleased Mistair Gosh, I soppose?" "Gallosh, my lord. Very honored to welcome you." In the round eyes of Mr. Gallosh, Count Bunker perceived an unmistakable stare of astonishment at the sound of his lordship's accented voice.
And for the first time, with a little shock, I realized how near he had been to death. "But you, Mistair Lester," he was saying, "how does it occur that you also are going to France? I did not know you contemplated " "No," I answered calmly, for I had seen that the question was inevitable and I even welcomed it, since it gave me opportunity to get my guns to going.
"From Mrs. Gallosh?" "I do not zink it vas from Mrs. Gallosh." Count Bunker smiled. "You inflamed all hearts last night," said he. The Baron looked grave. "I did drink too moch last night. But I did not say vat I should not, eh? I vas not rude or gross to Mistair Gallosh?" "Not to Mr. Gallosh." The Baron looked a trifle perturbed at the gravity of his tone.
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