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"Take a seat for a moment, sir, and I'll go and inquire, though to the best of my belief she took all her luggage with her." In a moment the man came back. "Yes, sir, she and her maid and all her luggage left about two o'clock. There were two cars; one was brought by a gentleman." Bobby pulled himself together. "Ah! Mr. Alistair Ramsey, I suppose?" He tried to put indifference into his voice.
A waiter went towards him, and he began threading his way through the diners. Another instant, and he stood beside Madame de Corantin's chair. Under the compulsion of a will felt but not expressed in words, Bobby rose as he approached, and introduced him. "I hope you will allow me to join you after dinner?" Alistair Ramsey asked as he bowed.
Clancey whistled. "That looks rather awkward for Master Alistair." There was a knock on the door. It was Inspector Groombridge. "Excuse me, sir, my man has just brought this. It was delivered by a stranger to the hall-porter of the building where Mr. Froelich occupies a flat." He handed a letter to the Assistant Commissioner, who read it slowly and without comment passed it to Clancey.
It shall not endure...” Of the disastrous Franco-Prussian War and the resulting overthrow of Napoleon III, which occurred less than a year after this statement, Alistair Horne, a modern scholar of nineteenth century French political history has written: History knows of perhaps no more startling instance of what the Greeks called peripateia, the terrible fall from prideful heights.
"Yes, sir, I think it was Mr. Alistair Ramsey." Bobby walked out of the hotel. "Oh, damn him, damn him, damn him!" he muttered as he threw himself into a cab. "Go to Down Street." Arrived at his rooms, Bobby cast his poor flowers into a corner, and, flinging himself on to a sofa, buried his face in his hands.
At that moment Madame de Corantin stepped out of the lift, and with a "See you later," to which the other responded by a curt nod, Bobby went to meet her. As she greeted him she stood still an instant, apparently looking at some one behind him, and Bobby turned sharply to follow her eyes. They were fixed on Alistair Ramsey, who was staring back at her with a look of astonishment.
Lady Alistair he would have nothing to do with it had made an offer through the Squire's agent for a lease of the house, at a rental about four times its market value. The Squire did not want the money, but business was business. And the MacLeods would be "nice people to have about the place." All that stood in the way was Aunt Ellen and Aunt Laura.
It was not long before he received the commission he coveted. The same Gazette contained two announcements: one that a commission as lieutenant had been granted to Mr. J. Froelich, the other that his Majesty had no further use for the services of Mr. Alistair Ramsey. Gilbert Baxendale is at fifty what people call "a nice-looking man."
Have you not heard the story of Alistair MacCallum's son Roderick, from the Upper Glen? He is a prisoner in Germany and his mother got a letter from him last week. He wrote that he was being very kindly treated and that all the prisoners had plenty of food and so on, till you would have supposed everything was lovely.
She had hardly said the words when there was a knock on the door, and Alistair Ramsey entered the room and stood before her, bowing. With a few easy words the new-comer settled himself in a chair, and at the invitation of Madame de Corantin lit a cigarette.
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