Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1909-09-17
you care TO nave a peek at himY p

you care 10 have a peek at himY'
IT should think So" said his wife,
jumping to her feet. He's been on
the island three days, and we haven't
had a glimpse of him. Come along,
Lady Depp.ngham."
Lady Deppingham arose reluctantly,
sitting a yawn.
American lawyer "the enemy" No
n knew his name or cared to know
1t, for that matter. Bowles in answer
to the telephone inquiries of Saunders
said hat the new solicitor had taken
temporary quarters above the bank
and was in hourly consultation with
Won Blitz. Rasula and others. Much
of his time was spent at the mines.
Later on, il was commonly reported.
he was to take up his residence in
Wyckholme's deserted bungalow far
up on the mountain side in plain view
from the chateau.
Life at the chateau had not been al
lowed to drag. The white servants
had become good friends despite the
natural disdain that the trained Eng
lish expert feels for the unpolishe
American domestic. 6
Miss Pelham, the stenographer from
West Twenty-third street, had set her
cap for the unsuspecting Mr.. Saunders.
She had learned in the wisdom of her
sex hat he was fancy free. Mr.. Saun-
ders, fully warned against the Ameri-
can typewriter girl as a class, having
read the most shocking jokes at her
expense in the comic papers, was rath-
er shy at the outset, but Britt gallant
ly came to Miss Pelnam's defense and
ultimate rescue by emphatically assur-
ing Saunders that she was a perfect
lady, guaranteed to cause uneasiness
to no mans wife.
But l have no wife," quickly pro-
tested Saunders, turning a dull red.
"The devil.' exclaimed Britt, appar-
emily much upset by the revelation.
But of this more anon.
Browne conducted the two young
women across the drawbridge and to
the sunlit edge of the terrace. where
two servants awaited them with para
soils.
There he is! See him?" almost
whispered Browne, as If the solitary,
motionless figure at the foot of the av-
emu was likely to hear his voice and
be frightened away.
The enemy vas sitting serenely on
one of the broad iron benches just In
side the gates to the park, his arms
stretched out along the back, his legs
extended and crossed. 1t was quite
apparent that he was lazily surveying
the chateau, putting with consistent
ease at the cigarette which dropped
from his lips.
"Mr. Britt was right" said Mrs.
Browne irrelevantly. She was peering
at the stranger through the binoculars.
HE Is very good looking"
And you from Boston, too" scoffed
Lady D~eppingham. Mrs. Browne flush
ed and smiled deprecatingly.
wonder what he's doing here in the
grounds" puzzled Browne.
Its plain to me that he is resting
his audacious bones,' said her lady
ship, glancing brightly at her CO
legatee.
Three men were approaching by the
path which led down from the far
away stables. Browne recognized the
dark skinned men as servants in the
chateau-the major domo, the chef and
the master of the stables.
Lord D%eppingham must have sent
them down to pitch him over the WALL"
he said. with an excited grin.
Impossible! My husband is hunting
lor sapphires in the ravine back off,
She did not complete the sentence.
The enemy was greeting the statu-
esque natives with a friendliness that
upset all calculations. 1t was evident
that the meeting was prearranged.
There was no attempt at secrecy. The
conference, whatever its portent, had
the merit of being quite ~aboveboard.
In the end the tall solicitor, lifting his
helmet with a gesture so significant
that 1t left no room for speculation,
turned and sauntered through the
broad gateway and out into the forest
road. The three servants returned as
they had come, by way Of the bride
path along the wall.
1.-THE nerve of him!' exclaimed
Browne. "That graceful attention was
meant for us. I'll have Britt inter
view those fellows at once. Our kitch-
en-, our stable and our domestic disci-
pline are threatened"
They fastened to the chateau and
RECALLED the resourceful Britt with the
disquieting news.
That evening he dragged the reluc-
tant Saunders into the privacy of the
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