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The Baron gave her as much of his attention as he was ever disposed to bestow upon any one at meal-times, and Duncombe almost forgot that he had breakfasted at eight o'clock. "Charming young person, that!" said Lady Runton's neighbor to her. "One of our future Duchesses, I suppose?" Lady Runton smiled. "Lots of money, Teddy," she answered. "What a pity you haven't a title!"
I should like to know who your nocturnal visitor was." "If he comes again," Duncombe said, "I may be able to tell you." He walked to his desk, and taking out a revolver, slipped it into his pocket. Then he rang the bell for Lord Runton's carriage. It seemed to Duncombe that there was a shade of coolness in his visitor's manner as he took his leave. He drew Spencer a little on one side.
If she will see you, you too shall ask her about it. Don't think of deserting us yet." "My dear Duncombe," Spencer said, "I may as well confess at once that the sole interest I felt in Lord Runton's offer was that it is closely connected with the matter we have been discussing." "You shall have my entire confidence, Spencer," Duncombe declared.
A question which must be answered now?" "Yes. You telegraphed to Duncombe to know the names of Lord Runton's guests, and now you have come here yourself. Why?" Spencer helped himself to another sandwich. "I came here," he said, "because I didn't seem to be getting on in Paris. It struck me that the clue to Miss Poynton's disappearance might after all be on this side of the Channel."
"I am very much disposed," he said, "to accept Lord Runton's offer. Have you any objection?" "Of course I have," Duncombe answered. "You are working for me." "Was working for you," Spencer corrected gently. "That is all over, isn't it?" "What do you mean?" Duncombe exclaimed. Spencer stood squarely upon his feet. He looked a little tired.
Mr. Fielding removed the cigarette from his mouth. "I thank you very much, sir," he said. "We are Lord Runton's guests, and our stay is so short that we could scarcely make any arrangements to visit elsewhere. Glad to have had the pleasure of meeting you all the same." Duncombe sought out his host. "Runton, old chap," he said, "do me a favor.
"You shall tell me why you telegraphed here for the names of Lord Runton's house party." "Simplest thing in the world," Spencer answered, relinquishing his attack upon the sandwiches, and lighting a cigarette. "I did it to oblige a friend who writes society notes for the 'New York Herald." Duncombe gave vent to a little exclamation of triumph. Pelham for the moment was speechless.
"A bicycle," he remarked. "One of the grooms has been down to the village. I shall have to speak to Burdett in the morning. I will not have these fellows coming home at all sorts of times in the morning. Come along in, Andrew. Just a drain, eh? And a cigarette and then to bed. Runton's keen on his bag, and they say that German, Von Rothe, is a fine shot. Can't let them have it all their own way."
Spencer asked. "Yes very!" "What sort of a fellow's the father?" "Very quiet. I've scarcely spoken to him. They're Americans. Friends of Lord Runton's brother, out in New York. Ever heard of them?" "Yes. A few times." "You seem interested." "I am very." Duncombe turned suddenly white. "What do you mean?" he asked. Spencer held his cigarette between his fingers and looked at it thoughtfully. "Mr.
"He wanted a list of Lord Runton's house party. Can you guess why?" "Go on!" "Mr. Fielding, of New York, left Havre on Saturday " "Stop!" Her voice was a staccato note of agony. Between the fingers which were pressed to her face he could see the slow, painful flushing of her cheeks. "Why did you come to tell me this?" she asked in a low tone. "You know," he answered.
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