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Then, "I am sorry, it is impossible, but," in a low tone, "how is Miss Wray?" "Never better. Enjoying every moment. Jolly party and all that. Lord Ronsdale and " Here Sir Charles enumerated a number of people. "Lord Ronsdale is there?" "Yes; couldn't keep him away from Strathorn House now," he laughed. "As a matter of fact he has asked my permission to there!"
"Four years after," he repeated, accenting the last word. "Such were the details gathered in Tasmania," answered the police agent. "Go on," said Lord Ronsdale. "You subsequently learned with more definiteness the actual circumstances of his rescue?"
"A needless precaution," laughed the speaker, "for he's gone to his reward. And so your lordship remembers " "I remember when he used to step into the ring," said Lord Ronsdale, his voice rising somewhat. "Truth is, sight of you brought back old recollections. Things I haven't thought of for a long time, don't you see!" "Quite so! Delighted, I am sure.
The ride through the cool and damp air, this outré encounter at the end of the journey, had acted as a tonic on jaded sense and faculty. He saw distinctly, heard very plainly; his ideas began to marshal themselves logically. He could have laughed at Lord Ronsdale, but the situation was too serious; the weakness of his defenses too obvious.
An instant he regarded John Steele as if inviting him to look behind these mere words; but John Steele's half-averted face appeared set, uncommunicative. Perhaps again he saw the girl as he had last seen her at Strathorn House; her features, alive, alight, with scorn and wounded pride. "Well?" he said shortly. "And the upshot of it all was " "She suggested my going to Lord Ronsdale."
An odd expression shone from the visitor's eyes. "Which reminds me he has left town," added Gillett. "Left town!" Lord Ronsdale wheeled abruptly. "You mean " "For a little trip to the continent I should imagine; heard of it because he got some unimportant court matter put over." "Gone away!" The nobleman, his back to the other, lifted a hand to his brow. "When?" "Last night."
"Why, she killed herself," he said suddenly. "How?" The nobleman uttered this word, then stopped; John Steele waited. Had Lord Ronsdale been surprised at his knowledge? He could hardly tell, from his manner, whether or not he had the affidavit and had read it. "How interesting!" The nobleman was willing to continue the verbal contest a little longer; that seemed a point gained.
He twisted a blond mustache which adorned a handsome face that bore many marks of what is called experience of the world. "Couldn't do that! Besides, Jocelyn and I are great chums, don't you know. We're going to be married some day when she grows up." "Are we?" said the child. "The man I marry must be very big and strong, and must not have light hair." Lord Ronsdale laughed tolerantly.
"I shall not forget it." The other primroses fell from her fingers; with a response equally careless if somewhat reserved, she turned and reëntered the library. Lord Ronsdale regarded both quickly; then started, as he caught sight of the flower in John Steele's coat. A frown crossed his face and he looked away to conceal the singularly cold and vindictive gleam that sprang to his eyes.
Across the room a footman who had been waiting for the conclusion of the contest, and an opportune moment, now approached Lord Ronsdale and extended a salver. "It came a short time ago, my Lord!" John Steele heard; his glance flashed toward Ronsdale. The telegram, then, had been for ? He saw an inscrutable smile cross the nobleman's face. "Any more aspirants?" the military man called out.
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