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"I won't refuse till I'm asked, anyhow," was the answer. "Asked!" Palliser repeated. "I'm one of them, you know, and Lady Mallowe is another. There are lots of us, when we come out of our holes. If it's only a matter of asking, we might all descend on you." Tembarom, smiling, wondered whether they hadn't descended already, and whether the descent had so far been all that they had anticipated.
He backed and backed, and stared and stared. The gasp came twice again, and then his voice seemed to tear itself loose from some power that was holding it back. "Th at!" he cried. "It is it is Miles Hugo!" The last words were almost a shout, and he shook as if he would have fallen. But T. Tembarom put his hand on his shoulder and held him, breathing fast himself.
Tembarom had looked deeply interested from the first, but at her last words a new alertness added itself. "Did you say Lady Joan? " he asked. " Who was Lady Joan?" "She was the girl he was so much in love with. Her name was Lady Joan Fayre." "Was she the daughter of the Countess of Mallowe?" "Yes. Have you heard of her?"
"You haven't been to Detchworth yet?" Palliser inquired. "No, not yet," answered Tembarom. The Granthams were of those who had not yet called. "It's an agreeable house. The Granthams are agreeable people." "Are there any young people in the family? " Tembarom asked. "Young people? Male or female? " Palliser smilingly put it. Suddenly it occurred to him that this might give him a sort of lead.
It was a knock, and Tembarom jumped up and threw the door open, thinking Mrs. Bowse might have come on some household errand. But it was Little Ann Hutchinson instead of Mrs. Bowse, and there was a threaded needle stuck into the front of her dress, and she had on a thimble. "I want Mr. Bowles's new socks," she said maternally. "I promised I'd mark them for him."
"Let me make you acquainted with Mr. and Miss Hutchinson," Tembarom introduced. "This is Mr. Palford, Mr. Hutchinson." Hutchinson, half hidden behind his newspaper, jerked his head and grunted: "Glad to see you, sir." Mr. Palford bowed, and took the chair Tembarom presented. "I am much obliged to you, Mr. Hutchinson, for allowing me to come to your room. I have business to discuss with Mr.
If he had been younger, less hardened, or less finished, Captain Palliser would have laughed outright. But he answered without self- revelation. "Oh, I see. You were asking whether the family is a titled one. No; it is a good old name, quite old, in fact, but no title goes with the estate." "Who are the titled people about here?" Tembarom asked, quite unabashed.
That businesslike sharpness which Palford had observed in his client aided Tembarom always to see things without illusions.
"There'd be time if you thought it wouldn't do any harm to give me another chance," said Tembarom. "I can sit up all night. I guess I've caught on to what you DON'T want. I've put in too many fool words. I got them out of other papers, but I don't know how to use them. I guess I've caught on. Would it do any harm if you gave me till to- morrow?" "No, it wouldn't," said Galton, desperately.
She dropped her voice even lower in making the admission. Tembarom wondered how much she meant by that. "He was so much in debt. He knew he was to be rich in the future, and he was poor just in those reckless young days when it seemed unfair. And he had played a great deal and had been very lucky. He was so lucky that sometimes his luck seemed uncanny.
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