The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1914-05-06
CHAPTER TX.
On the Wye.

CHAPTER TX.
On the Wye.
For this Is what happened. To
Mrs. Devar, gazing darkly at
Cynthia's too innocent discovery
OF Medenham. came the Welsh
maid. saying:
beg pardon. nam, your chauf-
feur's wanted on the telephone
from Hereford, man."
The notion suddenly occurred
to Mrs. Devar that II would be
well IL she interviewed in this
telephone conversation.
The felt-llned telephone box
was well screened off. She shout
ed "Hallo!"
THAT you. my lord?" said q
voice.
Halo! who wants Fitz-
roy?" she asked in the gruffest
tone she could adopt.
ITS Dale, my IL wasn't
my fault. but your lordship's
father dropped on to me at Bris-
tol, an he's here now. What am
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What are you talking about?"
Isn't that Lord Oh, dash
1t, aren't you Miss Vanrenen's
chauffeur, Fitzroy?"
mo. This is the Symon's Vat
Hotel. The party is out now, and
Fitzroy as we'll, but can tell him
anything you wish to say"
Mrs. Devar fancied that the
speaker. whose words thus far
had excited her liveliest curiosity,
would imagine he was In commu-
nication with the proprietors of
the hotel. She was not mistaken.
Dale fell into the trap instantly.
1t was a glorious night of early
summer, yet lightning struck in
that little shut-off section of the
hotel.
Mrs. Devar came perilously
near falnting. 1t was bad enough
that money-making project
should be tumbling in ruins, but
| far worse that she should have
lived in close companionship with
a viscount for four days and
snubbed him rancorously and
without cause.
Out on the hotel porch once
more, Mrs. Devar's gaze followed
a small skiff speeding upstream
over the placid-surfaee of the sill
very Wye; Medenham was row.
ing, and Cynthia held the tiller
ropes.
The girl was enjoying herself
hugely. Indeed, her wits we're
trying to solve a minor puzzle.
There are conditions in which a
flannel suit Is hard to obtain. Yet
here was that incomprehensible
| chauffeur clad i'm the correct re-
gala of the Thames Rowing Club.
How did you manage it," she
asked.
81 hunted through the hotels
and met a man about my size
who was just off to town." he
| said.
"But-there are gaps"
81 thought they fitted rather
we'll. In fact, he was slightly
the stouter of the two"
Don't be stupid. The gaps are
in your story. Did you borrow or
buy?"
81 borrowed. Luckily, he was
a decent fellow, and there was no
trouble"
What colors are those?" she
demanded suddenly.
II ought to have told you that
| happened to find a member of
the club to which l belong" he
countered. Then he tried to carry
the war into the enemy's coun-
try.
by the way, l hope I am not
presuming. but may l ask how
you contrive to appear each even
ing in a muslin frock? Those
hold-alls on the motor are strict
ly Unitarian, and mere man
would imagine that muslin could
not escape being crushed"
"It doesn't. / have a maid iron
it for me before dinner. But
fancy you noticing such a thing!
Have you any sisters?"
Yes, one"
How old is she?"
"Twenty-three."
"Is your sister married?"
YES"
What is her husband?"
"She married rather we'll, as
the saying Is. Her husband is
man named Scarland, and he is
chiefly interested in pedigree
cattle"
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