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Updated: August 1, 2024
All that they remembered was a most amazing spectacle, the spectacle of Wingate walking quietly to the door with Dredlinton in his arms, kicking and shouting smothered profanities, but absolutely powerless to free himself. The door was opened by a waiter, and Wingate passed into the corridor. A maître d'hôtel, with presence of mind, hurried up to him. "Have you an empty room with a key?"
Wingate," he concluded, shaking his head gravely, "you have disappointed me." They passed on. The young lady tossed her head angrily. "There are times," she announced, "when I hate Lord Dredlinton. I don't know any one who can say such horrid things without being actually rude. I'm sure his wife looks much too good for him," she added generously. Wingate's nerves were all on edge.
The man seemed for a moment to swell, his eyes to flash fire. Wingate shrugged his shoulders. "I accept your defiance," he announced. "Let us commence our tryst." Dredlinton struck the table with his fist, Phipps' brave words seemed to have struck an alien note of fear in his fellow prisoner. "I will not submit!" he exclaimed. "My health will not stand it! Phipps! Rees!"
There are certain circumstances," he went on, his face wrinkled a little with emotion, his voice deep and earnest, "there are certain circumstances, Dredlinton, under which I might be inclined to behave towards you with great generosity. I leave you to guess what those circumstances are. I will show you the way later on."
I have given them the tip at Scotland Yard and I only hope they take advantage of it." "Why single out Mr. Wingate?" she asked, "He certainly is not alone in his antipathy to your company." "Don't I know that?" Dredlinton exclaimed angrily. "Don't I get a dozen threatening letters a day? Men take me on one side and reason with me in the club. I had a Cabinet Minister at the office this afternoon.
The two men spoke for a few minutes on outside subjects. Wingate referred to the garden party of the afternoon before, led the conversation with some skill around to the subject of Josephine Dredlinton, and listened to what the other man had to say. "Every one is sorry for Lady Dredlinton," Kendrick pronounced. "Why she married Dredlinton is one of the mysteries of the world.
The message was in code, but, as Mr. Wingate's name appeared, I have taken the trouble to transcribe it." "That's more than you could do, my lady," Dredlinton snarled. "I can assure you that you are mistaken," was the calm reply. "You forget that you were not quite yourself last night, and that you left the B. & I. code book on the study table. Please listen, Mr. Wingate."
Rees and Lord Dredlinton is accounted for by this supposed journey to the North," he ventured, "when should you imagine that they might be communicating with me?" "About dawn to-morrow," Wingate replied. "You will be here." "I never leave," was the quiet answer. "About dawn to-morrow?" "Or before."
Every damned newspaper I've picked up seems to be launching thunderbolts at the B. & I. And now this is the third day and there's no news of Stanley." "Every one seems to know about his disappearance," Jimmy remarked. "They were all talking about it at the club to-day." "What do they say?" Lord Dredlinton asked eagerly. "They all leave off talking about it when I am round."
I have come over here with rather a desperate purpose. I think I can say that I have never known fear, and yet sometimes I flinch when I think of the next few months. I want a real friend, Lady Dredlinton." She gave him her hand. "Josephine, if you please," she said, "and all the friendship you care to claim. There, see how rapidly we have progressed!
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