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Gillett leaned forward, spoke softly; Lord Ronsdale stared straight ahead. "Of course," he said, "of course!" "This, I will confess, startled, puzzled me," continued the police agent after a pause. "What did it mean? I tried to explain it in a dozen different ways but none of them seemed exactly to fit. Then it was that the line of special investigation helped.
John Steele moved slowly down the stone steps leading to the garden below. One thought vibrated in his mind. Sir Charles had erred when he told him that day in the park of his niece and Ronsdale. Perhaps because the wish was father to the thought But the girl's own assurance dispelled all doubts and fears. He, John Steele, had been mistaken. Those were her words, "Mistaken!"
As she did so, she started, straightened suddenly; then her expression changed; the voice of Lord Ronsdale without was followed by that of Jocelyn Wray. "Never fear! They'll get the fellow yet," my lord had said. Jocelyn answered mechanically; the door opened; the maid caught a glimpse of Ronsdale's face, of the cold eyes that looked the least bit annoyed.
"I " Steele looked at them, at the girl's questioning eyes. "Only a little!" "Then you must try conclusions with Lord Ronsdale!" called out Sir Charles. "As victor over the rest he must meet all comers." A light swept John Steele's face; perhaps the situation appealed to a certain sense of humor; he hesitated. "Nothing to be put out by, being beaten by Ronsdale," interposed an observer.
Jocelyn Wray and some one else had drawn near, were walking up the marble steps. "John Steele!" He, Lord Ronsdale, crumpled the paper in his hand. "Here!" A few days passed; the usual round of pastimes inseparable from house parties served to while away the hours; other guests arrived, one or two went.
"That's because you've never seen an honest, hard-fought battle, perhaps?" "A flattering designation, I should say, of the spectacle of two brutes disfiguring their already repulsive visages!" "Two brutes? disfiguring?" the drawling voice of Lord Ronsdale who had at that moment stepped in, inquired. "May I ask what the talk is about?" Sir Charles turned.
"But the fact remained, was perhaps considered. Exposure would have meant some unpleasantness for your friends." The eyes of the two men met; those of Lord Ronsdale were full of sardonic meaning. "Friends who had trusted you; who," softly, "had admitted you to their firesides, not knowing " he broke off.
Your lordship has it all your own way since the Lord Nelson went down." There was a note of bitterness in his tones. "Besides, Dandy Joe's not exactly a favorite at headquarters just now, after the drubbing John Steele gave him." "John Steele!" Lord Ronsdale looked abruptly round. The fellow regarded him and ventured to go on: "I was witness for the police and Mr.
"Why, man, you look ill!" Captain Forsythe, turning to Lord Ronsdale, exclaimed suddenly. "It's nothing much " With vacant expression the nobleman regarded the speaker; then lifted his hand and pressed it an instant to his breast. "Heart," he murmured mechanically. "Beastly bad heart, you know, and sometimes a little thing slight shock Miss Wray's danger " "Take some of this!"
Lord Ronsdale had greeted John Steele perfunctorily; the other's manner was likewise mechanically courteous. It could not very well have been otherwise; a number of people were near. "Come down for a little sport?" the nobleman, his hands carelessly thrust into the pockets of his shooting trousers, had asked with a frosty smile. "Perhaps if there is any!"
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