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I made an excuse for stepping out of the room to talk to Jerry, and my wife did not appear to suspect that he had had anything more to say about Iffley. As soon as she and my aunt had gone upstairs, I told Uncle Kelson all that I had learned. He looked graver than usual while he listened to the account. "Well, he must be a scoundrel if he could do it!" he exclaimed at last, clenching his fist.
He struggled on to his knees, and Lilian Rosenberg helped him to rise. "How could you be so foolish as to touch him," Kelson said, as they started off down a path, they hoped would take them to the Serpentine. "You may depend upon it, he was swarming with vermin tramps always are." "Very probably, but I run just as much risk in a 'bus, the twopenny tube, or a cinematograph show.
She was now about to pledge her husband's latest present to her a diamond tiara, one of the most notable pieces of jewellery in the country in the hope that she would soon win back sufficient money at cards to redeem it. Kelson stopped her as she came out, and in a marvellously few words, proved to her that he knew everything. Her amazement was beyond description.
Hamar exclaimed as they passed the tree behind which Lilian Rosenberg was hiding, "I smell scent and what is more I recognize it. It is Violette de mer the scent that Rosenberg uses! You were with her this evening!" "I swear I wasn't!" Kelson replied. "I bought some scent in Regent Street this afternoon." "Humph," Hamar grunted. "I have my doubts."
An interesting girl, decidedly, Gifford concluded as he made a suitable acknowledgment of her greeting, and, I fancy, my friend Harry takes a rather too superficial view of her character, he thought, as strolling off in search of Kelson, he found himself watching his hostess from across the room with more than ordinary interest.
"Such men as he know what they are about, and are not too punctilious with regard to other people's inconvenience." "No," Gifford responded quietly. "All the same, his non-appearance is a little mysterious." Kelson blew away the suggestion of mystery in a short, contemptuous laugh. "Oh, he is probably up to some devilry with some fool of a girl," he said in an offhand tone.
"They've scuttled us most effectually, bored eight holes through her skin, close up alongside the kelson, three of which I've managed to plug after a fashion, but by the time I had done them the water had risen so high that I found it impossible to get at t'others.
"You don't congratulate me," his friend returned with a touch of suspicion. Gifford forced a laugh. "My dear Harry, you have taken my breath away. You deserve the best wife in the kingdom, and I sincerely hope you have got her," he said, not very convincingly. His half-heartedness, not too successfully masked, evidently struck Kelson.
Kelson turned quickly to his companion. "To postpone it?" he exclaimed in a rather hurt tone. "Why on earth should we? We have nothing to wait for, I mean money or anything of that sort." "No; but settlements take a long time to draw up." "Not if the lawyers are told to hurry up with them." "Then you will have to find a house, and get furniture. And there is the trousseau," Gifford urged.
We've done well," Kelson ejaculated. "What's the programme for to-morrow?" "Same as to-day and plenty of it," Curtis said, pouring himself out another glass of champagne and making a vigorous attack on a chicken. "I think I'll let you two fellows do all the work to-morrow, and content myself here. Waiter! What time's breakfast?" Curtis was as good as his word.
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