Then he slipped it back into the thumb of the glove and replaced both exactly as they were; after which he made his way back to the motor cycle, and mounting, went flying toward the city. It was about four in the afternoon, and young Pendleton sat in Ashton-Kirk's big chair, reading the newspapers and waiting. Finally he rang a bell and Stumph gravely appeared.

"In a half hour," said he, briefly. "Good-by." He hung up the receiver and touched one of the buttons. When Stumph came, he said: "Turn the cold water into my bath. Then order the car in haste." "Yes, sir." "Afterwards you can lay out a rough suit, heavy shoes and a soft hat." "Instantly, sir."

Edouard, Ashton-Kirk's cook, was astonished and somewhat grieved that day to receive orders that dinner was to be served an hour earlier than usual. And Stumph, grave and immobile, was betrayed into an expression of astonishment when his master and guest sat down to the same dinner in their work-a-day attire. And at best Edouard's delicate art that day received but scant attention.

Stumph could hardly conceive of a more important thing than the proper and gentlemanly eating of one's dinner. Nevertheless other things engaged the attention of the two young men; they talked earnestly and in incomprehensible terms; mysterious allusions were sprinkled thickly through it all. "I do not think," Stumph told the mortified Edouard in the kitchen, "that Mr.

"I'll behave like a Turveydrop see if I don't." Mac's idea of the immortal Turveydrop's behavior seemed to be a peculiar one; for, after dancing once with his cousin, he left her to her own devices and soon forgot all about her in a long conversation with Professor Stumph, the learned geologist.

"Allan Morris may be a confederate of Locke's, or he may not. We have yet to establish the fact either way. And now, pardon me while I take a plunge and get into something presentable." After dinner the two young men settled themselves in the library: Stumph served their coffee and they renewed their acquaintance with the Greek tobacco. After a little time there came a knock upon the door.

She held out her hand; he took it. "Thank you, again." Stumph appeared, in answer to the bell. She turned to go. "There is nothing more that you can tell me?" he inquired. "Nothing." "I had supposed that. Your recital sounded pretty complete." When the door closed upon her, he stood for a few moments in the middle of the floor, his head bent forward, his hands behind him.

"There is an urgent call, sir," came the voice of Stumph "on the telephone. It's the lady who called yesterday Miss Vale." Ashton-Kirk slipped from the bed; a step brought him to the door, which he threw open. "Very well, Stumph," said he, quietly. "You may go back to bed."

Here the car stopped; Pendleton got out, ascended the white marble steps and tugged at the polished, old-fashioned bell-handle. A grave-faced German, in dark livery, opened the door. "Mr. Ashton-Kirk will see you, sir," said he. "I gave him your telephone message as soon as he came down." "Thank you, Stumph," said Pendleton.

Ashton-Kirk rang for Stumph and ordered the car; then he replied: "We'll more than likely find him at home. Burgess followed him back to Cordova, last night." They went down and climbed into the car, and were soon on the road. A little distance from the Mercer Institute they came upon a compact looking man seated upon the top rail of a fence, chewing at a straw.