Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-03-06
CHAPTER Y.

the day before seem that when Anthony
woke up the next morning he lay for
quite long time expecting to hear
knock at the door and Mrs. Leech's voice
demanding to know if he had the money
to pay for his breakfast
What a pity that such a beautiful
dream could not have lasted. Another
long. wretched day before him. With a
feeling of profound gloom he just opened
his eyes for a moment and wondered how
it was possible for Mrs. Leech to have re-
papered the room since the previous
morning, rejecting that it was curious he
should not have noticed it when he
reached home the night before. Strange
that he could not remember where he
had spent the evening. Then he opened
his eyes wide with surprise. This was
certainly not Mrs. Leech'S room, neither
were the sheets he was lying between
Mrs. Leech'S sheets. They brushed
against his toes with pleasant feeling of
being the best that could be bought The
sensuous. warm light of midsummer
morning struggled through the sun blinds,
which yelled three large. important look
ing windows and fell across the thick
green carpet, whose delicacy and sheen
suggested the messy floor of some wood
land dell. Anthony sat up and gaZed
around him In flash he remembered
by the sober light of early morning his
position appeared most precarious. He
looked at the few papers lying on the
table by his bedside. and then sorted them
cheque for two hundred and fifty pounds
made payable to Anthony Brooke and
signed by Cammarleigh.
He almost thought that he could hear
the tramp of policemen on the staircase
outside. At any rate. he felt that the
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the house as quickly as possible with
what ready money he had. Whether it
would be wise to cash the cheQue was a
question for future consideration. He
looked at his watch--the watch which he
had taken out of pawn the day before.
1t was half-past eight. How soundly he
must nave slept. The whole household
would be awake by now. There was no
time to be lost. and he was about to
jump out of bed when the door opened
and the man he had singled out, for his
own personal service entered with small
tray. He set this down by the bedside,
and. after asking Anthony quite respect
fully how he had slept, took his clothes
and went out.
So far it was evident that Lord Cam
marleigh had not sent for the police. His
courage returned to him and he gradually
found himself slipping his tea and think
ing the matter over. his confidence quite
restored. The impossible always seems
ing. After ALL there was no particular
reason why Cammarleigh should have re-
covered his courage. He had shown him.
self to be of an abject nature indeed: in
fact. Anthony could fOresee that such
weakness might become d little monot-
onous. His crime must have been very
serious one to have reduced him to
such a state of subservience. Anthony
felt that he would have to make up his
mind to one of two courses: either he
must abandon the entire Scho me and
make bolt for it. he must carry it
through with high hand and without
flinching. He had gathered the night be-
fore that Cammarleigh seldom rose be-
fore ten, and had never been visible to his
secretary till half-past. Breakfast was
not a meal that Anthony affected. He
was of the type that views the morning
with d weary eye. Cammarleigh's was
eminently the house to suit him, for the
servant Immediately suggested that he
should have breakfast in the small sitting
room which opened out of his bedroom
He took his time. and smoked cigarette
and read chapter or two of French
novel before sending down to ask If Lord
Cammarleigil was ready to see him. He
was quite prepared for the servant to re-
turn with the message that Lord Cam
marleigh did not propose to receive him
at all. in which case, of course. he would
at once go to him and reduce him to d
proper state OF submission.
IL "Oulu De very fHucll DclteT lHdt lie
should take entire control of the house
hold. He could clearly see that for all
Cammarleigh's niggardly methods the
servants were robbing him right and left.
He had no objection to Gregsbury max
ing a comfortable commission. but he
must arrange that things should be done
more expeditiously than they were at
present. The cook would have to go, for
if the dinner the night before had been
quite eatable. it was not the work of
,i,,rf r-I,< how Ay,tl ,J
most suspected that the cook was a
woman: not that it is impossible for a
woman to cook well man, but
very few are able to do SO. Anthony was
looking ahead. He was determined that
the house should be the pleasantest in
London, that people should want to come
to it, and that 1t should be known that
those who did not please him would not
be invited.
The servant returned with a message
that Lord Cammarleigh would him
His lordship was in bed. but he would be
glad if Mr.. Brooke would go to his room.
Lord CammarleiSh's bedroom was dark
ened. There was a huge bed in one cor
ner of the room and out Of a foamy sea
of sheets peered CammarlaigllS face
cadavernus and haunted. He looked like
the nightmare of decadcnt artist. He
had evidently spent sleepless night with
his secret. He fixed his eyes upon An
thony with a look of terrified inquiry as
ne tilt'l tu t'iS ItIS dS.iip Sdltl
closed the door and left them together.
Cammarleigh waited with curious look
of apprehension for Anthony to speak.
Il am afraid you have had bad
night he said. in a voice which his
nearer found very reStful.
Cammarleigh sank back. This young
man with the pleasant voice and in
gratiating smile was certainly the most
original villain imaginable.
"Why, you haven't opened your letters
yet" said Anthony. He seated himself
by the table at the bedside. Il know
what it is. Since you woke up you have
state of fever about me, wondering what
it would be like to meet me after all that
happened yesterday
LAS you are here suppose l shall have
to put up with you" said Cammarleigh,
with a short. hard laugh.
Exactly. Then why worry? Shall 1
open your letters? | can just read you
the signatures. and then YOU judge
whether you want to hear what the peo-
pie have got to say.
Cammarleigh was somewhat astonished
to find that Anthony really contemplated
performing the duties of a secretary.
Whether it was that he did so in order to
have ffrmer grasp over his doings he
could not say. but at any rate it would
give the situation an air of responsibility
before the servants.
Anthony opened one Or two letters, and
as Cammarleigh was unacduainted with
the signatures he read them out.
Here are two people ignorant of
your character, CammarleiSh that they
have actually wasted time and to them
penny stamp. in writing you begging let
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