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Ricky was also in disgrace for speaking her mind, as she does now and then. To make it even more interesting, our guardian had been amusing himself by buying oil stock with our capital. Unfortunately, oil did not exist in the wells we owned. Yes, Rupert had every right to be anything but pleased with the affairs of the Ralestones.
I'm sorry I was so clumsy." Val stooped hurriedly to hide his confusion. "A duel between twin brothers." Ricky twisted one of the buttons which marched down the front of her sport dress. "That sounds exciting." "They fought at midnight" Creighton was enthralled by the story he was telling "and one was left for dead.
"I'm going down to your governor, and tell him: Sir Austin! Here's your only chance of being a happy father no, no! Oh! don't you fear me, Ricky! I shall talk the old gentleman over." His chief said: "Look here. You had better not go down to-night. Go down the first thing to-morrow, by the six o'clock train. Give him my letter.
He thought, too, of the old Vicomte de Morteyn and his gentle wife, of the little house-party of which he and his sister Dorothy made two, of Sir Thorald and Lady Hesketh, their youthful and totally irresponsible chaperons on the journey from Paris to Morteyn. "They're lunching on the Lisse," he thought. "I'll not get a bite if Ricky is there."
At times he half-rose from his chair, and fell vacuously into it again; or he chuckled in the face of weighty, severely-worded instructions; tapped his chest, stretched his arms, yawned, and in short behaved so singularly that Richard observed it, and said: "On my soul, I don't think you know a word I'm saying." "Every word, Ricky!" Ripton spirted through the opening.
Prudence urged that they return to the house and send Sam Two or some other messenger down to the cross-roads store to summon the police by phone. Prudence however had never successfully advised any Ralestone. They had a decided taste for fighting their own battles. So, torch in hand, Val dropped into the hole. And a moment later Ricky slid down to join him. They stood in a rough passage.
"I don't know," answered Ricky frankly. "He was rather queer about it. Kept saying that the time might come when I would need help, and things like that." "Charity," Val was putting her brushes straight, "I learned long ago that nothing can be kept from Ricky. Sooner or later one spills out his secrets." "Except Rupert!" Ricky aired her old grievance. "Perhaps Rupert," her brother agreed.
As Ricky had said once before, the Ralestones seemed to have been handed a gigantic tangle without ends, only middle sections, and had been told to unravel it. Boot heels clicked on the stone flooring. Val turned his head cautiously and tried not to wince. Rupert was coming in with a bowl of water, from which steam still arose.
"Just put on that face you wear when I show you a new hat. No, not that sneering one; the other." Rupert threw back his head and laughed heartily. "Better let him alone, Ricky. After all, it's his face." "I'm glad that someone has pointed out that fact," Val said stiffly, "because " "Oh, be quiet!" Charity leaned forward across the table. "Yes," she nodded, "you'll do." "For what?"
"P. P. S. Jack, for my sake, pay attention to what I ask you and answer every question. And don't forget to find out all about the 11th Uhlans. "Now, what on earth interests Dorrie in all these battle statistics?" he wondered; "and what in the name of common-sense can she find to interest her in the 11th Uhlans? Ricky? Absurd!"
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