Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1911-02-25

pra metal disks about which his ideas
were rather vague. The clerk answer
ed civily that the trunks ought to ar
rive IN half an hour or SO. and a smart
youth in livery was told off to show
| Lord Loveland his rooms.
! They were very luxurious rooms. al
most too luxurious. and LOveand ex-
ncrienced Il faint qualm as it occurred
to him that he had neglected TO ask
| the price "But they can't come to
more than five or six pounds a day at
the worst" he thought hopefully.
| Tie had brought his suit case in the
! cab. and as tho letters of ntroduc.
ton were in a little portable writing
desk contained among the fittings he
got out the packet to read over the
addresses. All the friends to whor1
Jim and Eetty were commencing him
bved in New York, and Cadwalader
Hunter had said that most New York
crs we're Mt home In November.
Loveland was Just deciding that the
letters had better reach their destna
ton before night when his baggage
! appeared. Lovcland touched an cleo
trio bell in his bedroom. demanded of
an unexpectedly responsive telephone
that the hotel should produce q valet
and criticised the product adversely
when it came.
| Luncheon time was near. and Val
was hungry. but he would not leave
wardrobe and iewelry TO the discretion
! Of strange servant. In a mood
swinging toward impaticnce he sat
| down on n cushioned sofa to watch
the Wallets proceedings
The larger of the two noble port
| manteaus was opened, the neat square
of gold braided and coroneted brown
velvet with which FCXham always
covered the contents of each box was
removed, and pile of clothing was
deity eXcavated.
LOvelands face changed from atten-
ton to surprise. then to bewlderment
| BY love-" he exclaimed, those don't
look like my things!" Then, springing
up alertly. he began to toss over the
pile rs the hotel valet deposited it
upon the bed. to toss 1t over as a hay
maker tosscs hay. But in the midst
he drew back his hand as if he had
inadvertently touched pitch. "Jove"
he stammered again.
Wrong luggage. sr?" ventured the
servant.
Loveland did not reply. He did not
even hear, for his thoughts had taken
a trip of record quickness across the
sea and were already in London chas-
ing a mystery. But If the valet had
stopped to think an answer would
knve been unnecessary. The keys
fitted the portmanteaus, and there were
the big initials and the small coronets
which distinguished Lord Loveland' S
property from the vulgar trunks of the
common herd.
Had Foxham gone mad? For the
moment LOveland could think of no
other explanation. The portmanteau
was filed with discarded garments,
many Of which Loveand had given to
I'oXham at parting. Other things were
there. too. which Val dimly remem,
bered having actually seen on the per
son of FoXham. and it was from the
touch Of these contaminated remnants
that he recoilcd in disgust.
open the other portmanteau." he
directed, flushed now and anxious
eyed.
The hotel servant Obeyed. Another
neat square of brown velvet was
whisked away, and piles Of shirts We're
revealed. but save for a deCeitful top
layer they were not Lovelands shirts.
They might have been bought ready
made in the Edgemere road-probably
had been-by FoXham. There was un-
derclothing also. but not the pale pink.
blue and hellotrope silk variety affect
ed by FoXham's master
Now the hatbox." Loveland went
on. almost sure that he was talking in
his sleep.
There were hats In the hatbox-FoX-
hams hats. perhaps, certainly not Lord
Loveland's. And in the boot box,
which came next, were boots which
even Foxham would have found 1t diff
licult to give away.