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In addition there were several beautiful statues, cloisonne vases from Tokio and Osaka, antique furniture from Naples and from Florence, also treasures from Burma, the West Indies, and New Guinea. The door opened, and the maid announced: "Baron Poppenheimer."
The imposing footman got down and rang the bell he pressed the button four times in succession, as "Lord Cranmere" had told him to do. Almost at once the door was opened, and from the car window we saw a tall man in knee-breeches silhouetted, while a little way behind him stood another man. "Lord Cranmere" stepped out of the car, and we followed him "Baron Poppenheimer" and "Sir Aubrey Belston."
But at times they light upon some one whose ignorance or easy-going disposition makes him a prey, and they send him forth an example of what they call a well-dressed man. More execrably dressed men than Poppenheimer and Pappenheimer and most of the other parties in the clothing business, are seldom to be found in other walks of life.
He says, however, that they believe they are now personally acquainted with Lord Cranmere, upon whose property we think they have evil designs. 'Lord Cranmere' is now, in turn, going to introduce to Gastrell and his associates two particular friends of his. Those friends will be 'Baron Poppenheimer' and who is Cranmere's other friend to be, George?" he inquired, looking up at Preston.
We waited several minutes. Then the door opened and Hugesson Gastrell entered. Like ourselves, he was in evening clothes. He advanced, shook hands cordially with "Lord Cranmere," saying that he had received his telephone message. "These are my friends of whom I spoke," Cranmere said, "Baron Poppenheimer and Sir Aubrey Belston." "Delighted to meet you," Gastrell exclaimed.
"Delighted to meet you delighted, I am sure," Baron Poppenheimer said, with a slight accent, extending two fingers a form of handshake which I particularly dislike. "Dreadfully cold again, is it not? hein? Dreadfully cold, I am sure." His appearance rather amused me. His was a queer figure.
She gave it to her chauffeur, who was in the hall at the Rook Hotel, and when she was gone he asked me if I would mind handing it in, as I had intentionally told him I was going to the post office. I was a chauffeur, too, at the time, chauffeur to 'Baron Poppenheimer, whom I drove down this morning in his car ostensibly to see the beautiful widow. 'Baron Poppenheimer' was, of course, Mr. Osborne.
"Baron Poppenheimer is an extraordinarily clever clairvoyant and palmist, Mr. Berrington," Preston said. "I place such implicit confidence in his forecasts that I persuade him, whenever I can, to help me in my work. Yesterday he took it into his head to read my palms, and he told me things about myself that staggered-me I almost begin to believe in black magic!" I became greatly interested.
"'Sir Aubrey Belston," Preston answered at once. "Mr. Berrington is not at all unlike Sir Aubrey, in build as well as in feature." "'Baron Poppenheimer' and 'Sir Aubrey Belston," Jack said, "who in private life are Jack Osborne and Michael Berrington.
As I seated myself I found, facing me, Jasmine Gastrell, and for some moments I felt uncomfortable. I could feel her gaze upon my face as she scrutinized me closely, but even she did not penetrate my disguise. "Lord Cranmere" sat upon the opposite side of the table, "Baron Poppenheimer" on my side, two seats from me.
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