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Bring that fellow Fielding and his daughter round to my place before they go." Lord Runton laughed heartily. "Is it a case?" he exclaimed. "And you, our show bachelor, too! Never mind my chaff, old chap. She's a ripping good-looking girl, and money enough to buy the country." "I don't mind your chaff," Duncombe answered, "but will you bring her?" Lord Runton looked thoughtful.
"But then he eats nothing, Sir George, I hope you're going to devote yourself to me at luncheon. I'm terribly hungry." "So we all are," Lady Runton declared. "Come along, every one." Luncheon was served in a large open barn, pleasantly fragrant of dried hay, and with a delightful view of the sea far away in the distance. Miss Fielding chattered to every one, was amusing and amused.
"Three gentlemen," he repeated, "at this time of night. But where on earth have they come from, Groves?" "They did not say, sir," the man answered. "One of them I should judge to be a foreigner. They have a motor car outside." Lord Runton held out his hand. "Well, it's time I was off, anyhow," he remarked. "Come over and have lunch to-morrow. Don't bother about me.
No, don't interrupt. It may have sounded like nonsense to you. I meant every word I said. I honestly tried to make you understand. I came here; I risked many things. I failed! I returned to England. Up till then you had nothing to complain of. Then, Heaven knows why, but the very girl whom I had gone to Paris to seek came to Runton in the guise at least of an adventuress."
"My dear fellow," he said, "I shall bless your uncommonly sensitive ears if they keep you here with me even for an extra few days. You shall have your opportunity, too. I always dine at Runton Place after our first shoot, and I know Runton quite well enough to take you. You shall sit at the same table. Hullo, what's this light wobbling up the drive?" He strolled a yard or so away, and returned.
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.
Of course we could have traced them both without a doubt if we had put it in the hands of the police, but Von Rothe wouldn't hear of it. He tried to treat it lightly, but I know that he was very much worried." "Do you yourself believe," Duncombe asked, "that it was a political affair or an ordinary robbery?" "I think that it was the former," Lord Runton answered.
All these movements are quite unusual." "What do you make of them then?" Duncombe asked. "I scarcely know," Lord Runton answered. "But I can tell you this. There have been three Cabinet Councils this week, and there is a curious air of apprehension in official circles in town, as though something were about to happen.
Lord Runton, on his wonderful black horse, which no man before had ever seen him gallop save across the softest of country, pulled up outside the gate. "Seen a motor go by, Duncombe?" he called out. Duncombe nodded. "Rather!" he answered. "Fielding and Miss Fielding in it. Going like Hell!" Runton waved his companions on, and leaned down to Duncombe.
Then he opened the library window, and a moment afterwards the door. "Come in, you fellows," he said. "I scarcely know what I was doing when I locked the door. I fancy one of the housemaids has been seeing ghosts in the garden. I saw something white in amongst the shrubs, but I could find nothing. Come on out with me." Spencer followed with a perfectly grave face. Lord Runton looked puzzled.
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