Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1911-01-26
CHAPTER VI.-CoNTINUED.
FoXHAM REDIvIvus,

SAo u L..
FoxHAM REDIvIvus,
Wrong luggage. sir?" 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
have been unnecessary. The keys
fitted the'portmanteaus, and there were
the big initials and the smaM coronets
which distinguished Lord Loveland's
property from the vulgar trunks Of the
ommon herd.
Had Foxham gone mad? For the
moment Loveland could think of no
other explanation. The portmanteau
was filled with discarded garments,
many Of which Loveland had given to
FoXham 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 recoiled in disgust.
"Open the other portmanteau,' he
directed, flushed now and anxious
eyed.
The hotel ervan obeyed. Another
neat square Of brown velvet was
whisked away, and piles of shirts were
revealed. but save for a deceitful top
layer they were not Loveland's shirts.
They might have been bought ready
made in the Edgemere road-probably
had been-by FoXham. There was I'M
derclothing also, but not the pale pink,
blue and %heliotrope silk variety affect
ed by Foxham's master.
Nov 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
L%oveland's. And in the boot box,
which came next, were boots which
wen Foxham would have found it diff
6cult to give away.
Only the custom house officials good
nature and haste and Loveland's COM
plete absence of mind on the dock had
delayed discovery until this moment,
but now that the secret was out there
seemed nothing to do if not to rage
helplessly.
Loyeland spluttered a few colorful
words. but was still too bewildered by
the catastrophe to become volcanic.
The eruption would follow later.
what shall l do with the things.
sir?" the valet wanted to know.
"Do with them?" repeated Loveland,
exasperated by the creatures calm
ness. pitch 'em into the fire, get rid
of them anyhow, out Of my sight. and
be quick about it. I've been robbed by
my own man"
No wonder Foxham had not asked
for wages in arrears. No wonder he
suddenly developed a defunct grand
father with an eccentric will. From
the moment he heard Of the proposed
trip to America he must have beer
quietly planning this coup, a coup
worth making for the sake of the
brand new wardrobe, to say nothing of
the jewelry. And, hot with rage, Love
land ran v e in his mind the contents
Of that missing jewel box, the pearl
studs which Lady Kitty Manning had
given him on his last birthday, each
Of the three worth ESQ if it was
worth a shilling. How he wished he
had sold the things, as he had been
tempted to do and would have done if
they had not been the gift of a pretty
woman! The diamond and enamel
+ sleeve links, too, and the sapphire but.
tons-a hundred pounds more in Fox
hams pocket; then the cravat pins in
twolong rows on a white velvet back
ground. Loveland could see them as
he. had seen them last-a cherished col.
lection, representing not only so many
golden sovereigns,. but SO many queens
Of beauty, the charming givers.
What a rogue to send his master of
to 9 strange country stripped practi-
cally naked, and how the master long
ed to have the rogue within kicking
distance instead Of safe across the sea!
How was he to fight on the fitting
ground Of society and bear away q
m~illionairess when his sole possessions
consisted Of what he stood up in and
the contents Of a suit case and q cabin
trunk?
Luckily Foxham had not been able
to annex his masters letter Of credit,
but Val had uses for the hundred and
nifty pounds other thar. buying a new
outfit. How he wished now that he had
not played bridge quite 70 often %