New-York tribune., 1910-09-18
BY LOUIS TRACY

his pet mania being the decay Of England since the pass
The Earl helped himself to a whisky and soda. His
eootisn was severely shaken. Who would have thought
that pillar of the State like Scarand would approve Of
this Vanrenen girl match for George even in iest2
R he had the good sense to steer clear Of explanations
When he found his voice it was to swear at the quality
of the whisky
AAEDENHAM, meanwhile, had rushed into the hall
NI He expected to find Dale there but saw no oneex
cept the footman duty. The man opened the door.
t'Dale is outside in the car, my Lord ne said
"In the carl That meant the bursting Of a meteor
in a blue sky
painting but seemingly gathering breath tor another
mighty effort If necessary
aCome in" shouted Medenha~n, on whom the first
strong shadow of impending disaster had fallen as
soon as he heard those i'll omened words I'm the car"
Dale scrambled to the pavement and walked stif1v
I'D the steps, being weary after almost UnbrC6en 11
of one hundred and eighty miles He nodded 70 the
Mercury, and the footnan rang for boy mount
guard Medenham led the way into a small anteroor
and switched on the light
Now" he said.
Mr. Vanrenen KEN to Chester last night in Sim
nondss car, my Lord This rnornn he sent for me an
saws Who are you2'-'The chauffeur, sir says l.
Whose chauffeur says he Yours for the time. says
l. bein' sort of ready for him Well you can Ee- says
nv Lord knew well enough what he meant; but
wanted to have it straight, an got IT.
DaleS Style of speech was ept1cair though he might
have been surprised if told So For once, leenhan
wished he a lOquaclous man
WAS nothing else said?" he asked No message
fron1-anvone? No reason given? What brought SIM
rnOnds to Chester!
MIR Vanrenen picked him up in Bristol at four A
Yesterday nv Lord Sirnmonds made out that that
there Frenchrnan, Monsieur Mar1nny, Dale prided
himself on snattering of French had pitched a fine
ole tale about vou In fact, the bearings got hot at
Svrnons Vat that Simnonds chucked his job til AIr
Vanrenen sort of apOlOg1zed-
Can YOU be specific, Dale2 You are hard % follow
We'll nv Lord could do with drink It. long
road that stretches between here an Chester an left
there at ten O'Clock this morning, rnnin through any
Cords quantity of traps an all.
Medenham did not smile. He touched bell, and
found that Dale's specific bottle Of beer.
Il never set eyes on Miss Cynthia, continued the
chauffeur his wits quickening under the soothing
draft Another lady KEN out an looked me up an
down. Yes that is the car, she SAID, an with that
remembered seem her at San Reno. Mr.. Devar
seemed as if she wanted to say sOnethinE; but she
daren't because Mr.. Eanrenens eye was on her. He
made no bones about it. but told to hike bac, to
London the minute SinmOnds got the carrier of.
Il am quite clear that point What really want
to know is the reason behind SrnmOndS statement
about Count Marignys tale pitching, YOU term It..
''Oh of course Mr. Eanrenen didn't say anEthInk
Sirnrnonds was what you call putin two an Two to
gether. From what Mr. Eanrenen arsked HIM II was
easy enough to get at the FrenChmans dirty tricks.
TELL me how SimmOndS put 1t, said Aleienham,
with the patience of great anger
Dale scratched the back OF his ear For one thing
nv Lord. Mr.. Vanrenen wanted TO know II YOU
ree1v Viscount 1t long time before S.-ononds
could get him to believe that the accident D0wn-
wasn't put up Job. Then he was sure YOU stopped IN