The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1923-07-07
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lean and found his direction with
out difficulty. He had already visit
ed New Scotland Yard, where he
numbered several acquaintance and
Mark learned that he was stopping
at the Grand Hotel in Trafalgar
Square. On sending in his namea
messenger boy babe Brendon follow
to the smoking room.
| His first glance, however, failed
to indicate the great man. The
smoking room was nearly empty on
this June morning and Mark observ,.
ed nobody but a young soldier, writ
ing letters, and white-haired,
somewhat corpulent gentleman sit
ting with his back to the light read
! ing the Times. He was clean shay
cd, with heavy face modelled to
suggest rhinoceros. The features
were large; the nose swollen and
little veined with purple, the eyes
hidden behind owl-like spectacles
| with tortoise-shell rims, and the
brow very broad. but not high. From
| it abundant white hair was brushed'
straight back
Brendon extended his glance else
where, but the messenger stopped,
| turned, and departed while the
| stout man rose, revealing a massive
frame, wide shoulders, and sturdy
legs.
Glad to meet you, Mr.. Rrendon,"
ne said in a genial voice; then he
shook hands, took off his spectacles,
and sat down again.
"This is a pleasure l had meant
to give myself before l quilted the
city, declared the big man. owe
heard about you and I've taken off
my hat to you more than once dur
ing the war. You might know me.
too"
Everybody in our business knows
you, Mr.. Cams. But I've not come
herowor5hiping to waste your time.
I'm proud you're pleased to see me
and it's great privilege to meet
you; but I've looked in this morn
ing about something that won't wait
and your name is the big noise in
letter l received from Italy to-
day"
The elder stared, took a goldeY
box out of his waistcoat pocket,
opened it, tapped it, and helped him
self to pinch of snuff. The habit
explained his somewhat misshapcn
nose. 1t was tobacco, not alcohol.
that lent its exaggerated luster and
hyperthophied outline to that organ.
Brendon produced Jenny's letter.
Peter put on his spectaclcs and
read slowly. Indeed Mark had never
seen letter read so slowly before.
AT last the American spoke.
what about you? Can you go?"
eyes; I've appealed to my chief
and got permission to pick this up
again. My holidays due and TlL
go to Italy instead of Scotland. r
was in it from the first, you know"
II do know know all about it,
from my old pal, Albert Redmayne.
He wrote me the most lucid dispatch
that ever l read"
"You can go, Mr.. Ganns?"
"Brendon,' said Mr.. Cams, run
round and find when the night boat
sails from, Dover, or Folkestone.
Well reach Paris tomorrow morn
ing, l guess, catch the Rapide for
Milan. and he at the Lakes next
day. You'll find we can do so. Then
telegraph to this dame that we start
a week hence. You take me?'
You want to get there before
we're expected?"
Exactly"
He took another pinch of snuff
and picked up the Times. evil
you lunch with me here in the grill
room at two o'clock?"
with pleasure, Mr.. Cams"
Some hours later they met again
and over steak and green peas
brendon reported that the boat
train left Victoria at eleven and that
the Rapide would start from Paris
on the following morning at half
past six.
1--WE reach Bevano, some time af-
ter noon next day. he said, "and
can either 60 on to Milan and then
come back to Como and travel bv
boat to Menaggio, where Mr.. Red
mayne lives, or else leave the train
at Bevano, take steamer on Mag
gore, cross to Lugano, and cross
again to Como. That way we land
right at Menaggio. There's not
much in it for time"
well go that way, then, and I'll
see the Lakes"
Peter Cams spoke little while he
partook of a light meal. He on.
joyed the spectacle of Brendon's
hearty appetite and bewailed his in
ability to join him in red meat and
pint of Burton.
They entered the smoking room
presently and then Brendon. very
much to his surprise, heard an as
tonishing lecture which left him nm.
der the emotions of fourth form
schoolboy after an interview with
his head master.
Mr.. Cams ordered coffee. took
snuff, and bade Mark listen and not :,
interrupt.
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