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The inspector, after waiting for a moment, turned away. "In due season," he concluded, "I shall require to hear the truth from both of you gentlemen. You seem to have given Scotland Yard a great deal of unnecessary trouble." The telephone bell began to ring as the door closed. Wingate took up the receiver, listened for a moment and passed the instrument over to Phipps.
It was a fine way of spending the Sunday, but really we were all too busy to bear the troops company at any of the services that day. Colonel Wingate laid the matter before the Sirdar, who struck with the justice of our plea summoned us all before him, when we stated our case anew.
"What's wrong with the people, Cale?" demanded Jesse Wingate of his stouthearted associate, Caleb Price. The sun was two hours high, but not all the breakfast fires were going. Men were moody, truculent, taciturn, as they went about their duties. Caleb Price bit into his yellow beard as he gazed down the irregular lines of the encampment. "Do you want me to tell you the truth, Jesse?" "Why, yes!"
The boys had heard of what he had done, of his reward and the letter he had received from Sir Robert Wingate. For one whole day his coming made the Great War an even smaller event. Captain Wilson had gone to Ottawa, he had been promoted to be a major. Some of the instructors were gone and even one or two of the older students.
"Talking horse with the owner of the ponies," Grace's husband informed her, whereat both girls smiled understandingly, knowing quite well that Hippy Wingate was posing as an expert on horses, whereas about all the knowledge he possessed in that direction had been gained from the ride over the Apache Trail during the previous summer.
But he ain't neither here or there and " "Where is he?" demanded Miss Wingate in her soft dove notes as she looked the tragedy-stricken young Doctor's mother straight in the face, with her dark eyes completely unveiling her heart, woman to woman. "I I want HIM!"
Dredlinton drew away from the telephone for a moment. He dabbed his forehead with his handkerchief. He looked like a man on the verge of collapse. "Something unusual seems to have happened," Wingate remarked softly. Dredlinton was listening once more to the voice at the other end of the telephone. "You've tried his club? Eh? And the restaurant where he was to have dined? What do you say?
"The others must have found it, then," she observed. "My husband is almost without means." "Phipps has supporters," Wingate said thoughtfully. "They'll carry on this combine until the last moment, until a Government commission, or something of the sort, looks like intervening.
"No, I haven't heard anything," Wingate replied. They all leaned a little forward. The manager included them in his confidence. "The young gentleman you probably know, Mr. Wingate," he said, "has the suite just underneath yours Mr. Stanley Rees, his name is disappeared last night." "Disappeared?" Lady Amesbury repeated. "Stanley Rees?" Kendrick exclaimed. The manager nodded.
During the six months which had elapsed since he had emerged from the Eastern Penitentiary he had been quietly resuming financial, if not social, relations with those who had known him before. Furthermore, Wingate & Co. were prospering, and had been for some time, a fact which redounded to his credit with those who knew.
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