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I have promised to drive Lord Wisbeach down to his hotel in my car. I met him outside just now and he tells me aunt Nesta has invited him to stay here, so he wants to go and get his things ready. I shan't be twenty minutes. I shall come straight back." Jimmy found himself vaguely disquieted by this piece of information. "Lord Wisbeach is coming to stay here?" "Yes. Why?" "Oh, nothing.
To-day at lunch he showed us a test-tube full of the explosive. He put it in my husband's safe in the library. Lord Wisbeach is convinced that these scoundrels are trying to steal this, but I cannot help feeling that this is another of those attempts to kidnap my son Ogden. What do you think?" "It is impossible to say at this stage of the proceedings.
"I suppose he is still the same dear, stupid, shiftless fellow? He left here with the intention of travelling round the world, and he has stopped in New York! How like him!" "Do you know Lord Wisbeach?" demanded Mrs. Pett. Mrs. Crocker raised her eyebrows. "Know him? Why, I suppose, after Lord Percy Whipple, he is James' most intimate friend!" Mrs. Pett rose. She was dignified even in defeat.
They might have their faults, but at least their presence tended to keep the conversation general and prevent it becoming a duologue between Lord Wisbeach and Jimmy on the subject of old times. She was still feeling weak from the reaction consequent upon the slackening of the tension of her emotions on seeing Lord Wisbeach greet Jimmy as an old acquaintance.
Pett was in bad shape under this rain of titles, but she rallied herself to reply in kind. "Indeed?" she said. "I should like to meet him. I have no doubt he knows our great friend, Lord Wisbeach." Mrs. Crocker was a little taken aback. She had not supposed that her sister had even this small shot in her locker. "Do you know Lord Wisbeach?" she said. "Oh yes," replied Mrs.
It became apparent to Jimmy, as he leaned over the rail and tried to pierce the darkness, that there was sinister work afoot; and he had hardly reached this conclusion when his mind took a further leap and he guessed the identity of the soft-footed person below. It could be none but his old friend Lord Wisbeach, known to "the boys" as Gentleman Jack.
Lord Wisbeach had borne himself during their recent conversation in such a manner as to leave no doubt that he considered himself adequate to deal with the matter single-handed: but admirable though he was he was not a professional exponent of the art of espionage. He needed to be helped in spite of himself. A happy solution struck Mrs. Pett. There was no need to tell him.
He remembered Lord Wisbeach well, as a garrulous, irrepressible chatterer who would probably talk about old times to such an extent as to cause Ann to realise the truth in the first five minutes. The door opened. "Lord Wisbeach," announced Mr. Crocker. "I'm afraid I'm late, Mrs. Pett," said his lordship. "No. You're quite punctual. Lord Wisbeach, here is an old friend of yours, James Crocker."
"You know who Potter is." "On the contrary. My life has never been brightened by so much as a sight of Potter." "Is that true?" "Absolutely." "Are you working on your own, then?" "I am not working at all at present. There is some talk of my learning to be an Asparagus Adjuster by mail later on." "You make me sick," said Lord Wisbeach. "Where's the sense of trying to pull this line of talk.
He was extremely anxious to do nothing rash, and the spectacle of Gentleman Jack invited rashness. He leaned against the desk, clutching its solidity with both hands. Lord Wisbeach held steadfastly to the door-handle. And in this tense fashion the interview proceeded. "Miss Chester," said Jimmy, forcing himself to speak calmly, "has just been telling me that she has promised to marry you."
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