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"You couldn't have come at a better time. Every one's away. Is there anything wrong?" "I am being followed," he told her, "and I don't like it just now, at any rate." "Any one else coming?" she enquired. "Rentoul," he told her. "He is in a mortal fright at having to come. They found his wireless, and they are watching his house. I must see him, though, before I go away." "Going away?" she echoed.
Rentoul demanded, wringing his hands. "I have always obeyed orders. Even a hint has been enough. I have spent a great deal of money much more than I could afford. What have I done wrong?" "You have talked too much, for one thing," was the cold reply, "but we haven't time for recriminations now. How did you get here?" "I came in my car.
Yet though he pervaded it sleeplessly, its life was but an episode in his career. He fought against the convict system with Molesworth and Rentoul of the Spectator. He went to Canada as Lord Durham's secretary and adviser.
The two men rode together from the Old Port up the track over Tom's Cap, and shot two pigeons by the way, which was fortunate, for when they arrived at Kilmany Park William Pearson was absent, and his men were found to be living under a discipline so strict that his stock-keeper, Jimmy Rentoul, had no meat, and dared not kill any without orders; so McMillan and Davy fried the pigeons, and ate one each for supper.
Rentoul was a recognized authority on such questions, having, before the days of his affluence, travelled for a notable firm of distillers. His praise of Lord Tulliwuddle's capacity was loudly echoed by Mr. Gallosh, and even the ladies could not but indulgently agree that he had exhibited a strength of head worthy of his race. "And yet he was a wee thing touched too," said Mr. Rentoul sagely.
There is no need for you to remember any of the work in which you have been engaged. Your propaganda has developed a few strong men in this country and discovered a good deal of pulp. You are part of the pulp. There is only one other thing. If you should be heard of, Rentoul, shall we say telephoning, or calling upon the police here, offering to sell No, by God, you don't!"
"Well," replied Mr. Sachs, "I reckon I can put you on to that. She's going to be photographed at two o'clock by Rentoul Smiles. I happen to know because Rent's a particular friend of mine." "A photographer, you say?" Mr. Sachs controlled himself. "Do you mean to say you've not heard of Rentoul Smiles?... Well, he's called 'Man's photographer. He has never photographed a woman! Won't!
"Well, Count, between you and me he seems to have had a kind of fancy for my daughter Eva, and then his lordship coming well, you'll see for yourself how it was." "He considered his chances lessened?" "He told Rentoul they were clean gone." Count Bunker looked decidedly serious. "The devil!" he reflected. "The Baron is exceeding his commission.
"I advised Duncan to take his flask," said Mr. Rentoul, with a solemn wink. "So he'll not be so badly off." "Papa would never do such a thing to-night!" cried Eva. "It's always a kind of precaution," said the sage.
They were waiting; they would wait. Mr. Rentoul Smiles having been warned by telephone of the visit of his beloved friend, Seven Sachs, Mr. Sachs and his English protége had been received at Smiles's outer door by a clerk who knew exactly what to do with them, and did it. "Is she here?" Mr. Sachs had murmured. "Yep," the clerk had negligently replied.
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