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Though he smiled and chatted, he could not help asking himself between whiles, what had killed the poor washerwoman across the court, and what had killed Miss Challoner. Something visible or something invisible? Something which gave warning of attack, or something which struck in silence. He found himself gazing long and earnestly at this man's hand, and wondering if death lay under it.
'Ah, said Somerset, 'I very much doubt the legitimacy of inheritance. The State, in my view, should collar it. I am now going through a stage of socialism and poetry, he added apologetically, as one who spoke of a course of medicinal waters. 'And are you really the person of the establishment? inquired Challoner, deftly evading the word 'shop.
The man led Challoner directly to a parlour looking on the garden to the back. Here he had apparently been supping; for by the light of a tallow dip the table was seen to be covered with a napkin, and set out with a quart of bottled ale and the heel of a Gouda cheese.
Denvers were out, the servants were in the kitchen, Alice was with Bessie Challoner, and Fred was down in his shed mourning the absence of Kitty, whose bright ways were fascinating him more and more. "It's all right," thought the girl. She left the house, and a few moments later was walking at a rapid pace in the direction of Constantine Road.
Still, as she went, she spied around as if for dangers; and now she would shiver like a person in a chill, and now clutch his arm in hers. To Challoner her terror was at once repugnant and infectious; it gained and mastered, while it still offended him; and he wailed in spirit and longed for release.
She has taken Dick Challoner to Connie Stapleton's house in Hampstead. It's one of the headquarters of the set, though, of course, the principal headquarters are at 300 Cumberland Place. How furious Lord Easterton would be if he knew! He suspects nothing as yet, I think." "But how do you know that Doris Lorrimer has taken the boy to that Hampstead house?"
Brotherson if he would object to giving him some further details of his acquaintanceship with Miss Challoner; where he first met her and under what circumstances their friendship had developed. "Not at all," was the ready reply. "I have nothing to conceal in the matter. I only wish that her father were present that he might listen to the recital of my acquaintanceship with his daughter.
"Will you tell me your name? It it seems so funny not to know your name. Mine is Christine Wyatt Challoner, I mean," she added with a flush of embarrassment. "My name is Kettering Alfred Kettering." He smiled down at her. "The name Challoner is very familiar to me," he said. "My greatest friend is a man named Challoner." Christine caught her breath. "Not Jimmy?" she asked. "No Horace.
The hero well, I will say the possible hero of two such adventures deserves some attention from one so interested in the abnormal as myself." "Sweetwater, how came you to discover that Mr. Dunn of this ramshackle tenement in Hicks Street was identical with the elegantly equipped admirer of Miss Challoner?" "Just this way.
"'Dusky Fowl' evidently stands for 'rook, and 'rook' for 'Rook Hotel, and 'Rook Hotel' for 'Mrs. Stapleton. And that being the case, who else can 'D.C. stand for but 'Dulcie Challoner'? It's as plain as a pike-staff." "By Jove, Dick," I said after a few moments' pause, "I believe you are right!" "I am sure I am," he answered with complete self-assurance.
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