Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1908-07-17
that is Mr.. Jacob Renwyck ?"

Ii III. NY Cdlu, NtHl vi TIE NlSlIOT.
81 am. as you see, Sir Rodney Hick-
wich, British ambassador at Washing
ton. | have written repeatedly on mat
tiers of most urgent business to gen
tleman who | learn has been a guest
at this charming home, but my letters
and kilograms have elected no reply.
Humph! l allude sir, to the Earl of
Croyland. Does he chance to be still
with your
Yes" answered Mr.. Renwyck.
Come in. l must apologize for our up.
set state. but the fact Is we have Just
discovered u serious robbery. Pray be
seated. Sir Rodney. Lord Croyland
was here q moment ago. will send
for him."
II shall be obliged I'm sure regret
to disturb you under the circum-
stances. but it's really most important,
you know, and
Not at ALL" said Mr.. Renwyck cour-
teously. James," he called to the but
Ter, "send some one to Lord Croyland
with this card"
Eyes, SIR" answered James. 81 think
l see him on the lawn. sir. He's com
ing now"
Richard, having spied Miss Sempton
coming up the path. had promptly
moved out upon the lawn in order to
postpone the inevitable discovery as
long as possible. He saw her go with
Harriet and Imogene up the stairs;
then he turned once more toward the
house. At the steps he was stopped by
farmer. the hard featured official
and the fussy little mechanical indi-
vidual who seemed to have Joined
forces on the way.
That's one of 'em now" loudly de-
clared tho rustic. pointing a grimy fin
ger at Richard. 81 recognize him. Off
Ger. He was there all right"
whats this what's this?' demand.
ed Mr.. Renwyck, Fastening out at the
sound Of the excited voice.
Its all right, Mr.. Renwyck," said
the fussy little man. touching his cap.
II think we can settle it without any
trouble whatever. Is this Lord Croy
land?
Eyes, 1t Is" answered the puzzled
master of Restmore. What Is oil this
fuss about? 1t is very annoying to
have you people coming here at this
time. What do you want? Be brief"
my name" said the man, SIS Par
ker-John Parker Of the layton Motor
one Of our machines a week ago and
never brought It back We learned In
cidentally that he smashed 1t up and
failed to report the accident We in
quired for him at his hotel but he had
left without giving an address We
had q great deal Of trouble IN locating
the damaged motor. but found 1t at
last at New Rochelle. And we have
had more trouble In locating him here
too. have a heavy bill against his
lordship."
But here the farmer broke In angrily:
Yes, an he broke up my waggin an
kilt my dawg. I'll have the law on
him. Here, you" he cried, turning to
Richard-"you got to come along with
us back to New York! My lawyer says
you've got to pay a thousand dollars
fer you. That's him. constable. Take
him tn."
Mr.. Rsnwyck turned 30 the Texan
with q look Of refined astonishment
Really, Lord Croyland." he began,
but Richard smiled brazenly and
checked further speech
"Mr. Renwyok," he said. II must
apologize to you for this unfortunate
interruption did have an automo-
bile accident, II Is true, but l paid to
have the damaged machine towed to
the nearest garage and thought, Of
course, that the matter would be re-
ported promptly by the ofIlcer employ
ed. gave my address and heard
nothing further from the owners Of
the automobile nor from this worthy
farmer whose wagon and dog were
both butted into kingdom come Rich
ard turned to NE. Parker AT what
hotel did you inquire for meT
"Hotsl Astor. sir. the address on our
books"
"Ahr smiled the FeIan- THAT ac-
counts for It. had changed my ad-
dress to the St Regis. Meet me there
on Monday morning at IL, both of you
LIS Wa 10 MI N1s~4 ~
entire satisfaction"
There" said Mr.. Rsnwyck impa-
tienty to the farmer and Mr.. Parker
''Does that satisfy your
mo, 1t don'tW protested the rustic
one Hes a slick one, kin tell ye.
He didn't give no sich name as Croy'
Ian wen he run me down disre-
mambQr wot N was Init IL Warn't
Croylan'. No. sir; that mans tryin' to
squirm outen It,"
"Get OF my placer shouted Mr.. Rem
wyck furiously, these successive con-
tretemps proving too much for his I'M
stable equilibrium. SIS my house to
be overrun by every imbecile in the
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