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"Not the ghost of one," he admitted. "The reason I am advising you to keep as quiet as possible, though, is just this. If you create a lot of interest in a disappearance, you have to satisfy the public curiosity when the mystery is solved." "I see," Wilmore murmured. "All the same, I can't imagine Reggie getting mixed up in anything discreditable."
But as Lord Wilmore, in the character of the count's enemy, was less restrained in his answers, they were more numerous; he described the youth of Monte Cristo, who he said, at ten years of age, entered the service of one of the petty sovereigns of India who make war on the English.
It was there Wilmore had first met him and fought against him; and in that war Zaccone had been taken prisoner, sent to England, and consigned to the hulks, whence he had escaped by swimming. Then began his travels, his duels, his caprices; then the insurrection in Greece broke out, and he had served in the Grecian ranks.
Wilmore exclaimed under his breath. "His wife!" To reach their table, the one concerning which Francis and his friend had been speculating, the new arrivals, piloted by Louis, had to pass within a few feet of the two men.
To-night they will be wondering what he is going to order for dinner. It is a strange world." "Strange indeed," Wilmore assented. "This afternoon he was in the dock, with his fate in the balance the condemned cell or a favoured table at Claridge's. And your meeting! One can imagine him gripping your hands, with tears in his eyes, his voice broken with emotion, sobbing out his thanks.
The police arrived, took various notes, the ambulance followed a little later, the body was removed, and the little crowd of guests, still infected with a sort of awed excitement, were allowed to take their leave. Francis and Wilmore drove almost in silence to the former's rooms in Clarges Street. "Come up and have a drink, Andrew," Francis invited. "I need it," was the half-choked response.
"I call it a crime to expect a body of intelligent men to administer without emolument to the greed of such a crowd of rotters. You'll get the right stuff next week." The hall-porter approached and addressed Wilmore. "Mr. Ledsam is outside in a taxi, sir," he announced. "Outside in a taxi?" the lawyer repeated. "Why on earth can't he come in?" "I never heard such rot," another declared.
Picturesque, if you like! 'Dramatic, certainly. And I ran away with the bride next morning? 'No! roared Palmet; 'you didn't. There's the cruelty of the whole affair. Beauchamp laughed. 'An old messmate of mine, Lieutenant Jack Wilmore, can give you a different version of the story. I never have fought a duel, and never will. Here we are at the shop of a tough voter, Mr. Oggler.
"You will find a friend over there, Ledsam," he said. Wilmore turned around and faced them. The two men exchanged somewhat surprised greetings. "No idea that I was coming until this afternoon," Wilmore explained. "I got my card at five o'clock, with a note from Sir Timothy's secretary. I am racking my brains to imagine what it can mean." "We're all a little addled," Francis confessed.
He decided to leave unasked the obvious question. "I know," he said simply. "Are you dining anywhere?" "I thought of staying on here," was the indifferent reply. "We won't do anything of the sort," Wilmore insisted. "There's scarcely a soul in to-night, and the place is too humpy for a man who's been seeing spooks. Get back to your rooms and change. I'll wait here." "What about you?"
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