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Barillon would have followed to the king's group, but His Majesty looked up with a quiet insolence that sent the ambassador to another circle. Then a page-boy touched my arm. "Master Stanhope?" he questioned. "Yes," said I. "Come this way," and he led to a tapestried corner, where sat the queen and her ladies. Mistress Hortense stood behind the royal chair.
As he slipped into his coat, he heard the expected rap at his sitting-room door, and hurried to open it. A page-boy, acting as guide, had run ahead of the lady, to knock. "Miss O'Reilly to see Mr. O'Reilly," he announced, with Irish relish of the Irish name. Then he erased himself.
Good-morning. And Miss Luttrell, having discovered the absolute truth of the shocking rumour which had reached her about Edith's projected visit, the confirmation of which was the sole object of her colloquy, wagged her way out of the shop again successfully, and was duly assisted by the page-boy into her shambling little palsied donkey-chair.
Lord Ernest Belville's rooms were at the top of the building, but we were in them as quickly as lift could carry and page-boy conduct us. And there was no need for the skeleton key after all; the boy opened the outer door with one of his own, and switched on the lights before leaving us. "Now that's interesting," said Raffles, as soon as we were alone; "they can come in and clean when he is out.
A mighty personage with fat chops and ruddy cheeks and rounded waistcoat and padded calves received us at the door of Sir John Kirke's house in Drury Lane. Sir John was not yet back from the Exchange, this grand fellow loftily informed us at the entrance to the house. A glance told him that we had neither page-boy nor private carriage; and he half-shut the door in our faces.
The door opened and a page-boy entered. "A cable for Dr. Petrie." I started up from my chair. A thousand possibilities some of a sort to bring dread to my heart instantly occurred to me. I tore open the envelope and, as one does, glanced first at the name of the sender. It was signed "Kâramaneh!" "Smith!" I said hoarsely, glancing over the massage, "Kâramaneh is on her way to England.
A small page-boy was waiting outside her own door when she returned to it. "Telegram for you, miss." Tuppence took it from the salver, and tore it open carelessly. Then she gave a cry. The telegram was from Tommy! FROM a darkness punctuated with throbbing stabs of fire, Tommy dragged his senses slowly back to life.
He said something to the office clerk which Dolores could not catch; the clerk immediately nodded, rang for a page-boy, collected sundry keys from their hooks, and handed them to the page-boy, who immediately made off in the direction of the lift, heralding the blonde-bearded stranger, with his smooth-shaven friend still in attendance, while a squad of porters descended upon the luggage and wafted it away with the rapidity of Afrite magicians.
Then a New Amsterdam gentleman slipped out from the curtains, followed by his page-boy and servants. "Jack," I asked, "where is Hortense?" The page glanced from under curls. "Dear Jack," she whispered, standing high on her heels nigh as tall as the sailor lad.
After a moment at the telephone he asked Sir Seymour to go upstairs, and called a page-boy to accompany him and show him the way. "Henriques," said Sir Seymour, pausing as he was about to follow the page. "You're a discreet fellow, I know." "I hope so, Sir Seymour." "If by chance a man called Arabian should come here, while I am upstairs, get rid of him, will you?
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