The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1937-09-15

bottles of a marvellous vintage I
ever tasted" was the emphatic
reply.
Il find it wonderful" Bemrose
acquiesced. ITO go back to this
poor fellow, though. Shouldn't
you say that it was a little I'M
usual, Matresser, for a man who
has been properly vetted and left
in the care of a very respectable
woman like Andrews housekeep.
er-an old nurse, too, she was
to die Suddenly?"
HAPPENS OFTEN
Unusual, suppose" Matres-
ser agreed, "but that sort Of thing
happens every day"
Poor little Andrews Is all
fused up about it, anyway"
RowanS observed. "He went off
to Aylsham to see the coroner
and then to Norwich to the hos
pital."
II hadn't heard that" Matres-
ser admitted with q distinct
frown.
Zone Of your keepers told me.
I went down into the gunroom be-
fore dinner to ask for my guns
to be ready early as have to get
over to Hatherley Hall. That long
chap who looks after your Merton
beat had just got back from leav.
ing the doctor some pheasantS
and heard the news from the
houSekeeper."
A mighty figure, his wine glass
In his hand, rose from a distant
place and approached the spot
where his host was seated. With
a stiff comprehensive bow he sank
into a. vacant place.
You will perhaps pardon me II
I join you." he said. II was in.
terested, or should I say grieved,
to hear that one Of my fellow
victims of Monday nights storm
was dead"
JUST A SPRAIN
"Mr. Van WeStrheene," MatreSSe
explained to the others around.
brought a 50-ton ketch into port
in the midst of that storm the
other night. Quite an achievement.
but he and his men all got little
knocked about"
II myself have recovered" Van
Westrheene announced. "A slight
sprain-not more. My Steward,
however, must go to the hospital.
This poor fellow who has died was
injured by q fallen tree. T heard
1t said"
THAT is what we understand"
Matresser agreed.
Bemrose. leaned forward In his
place. Like all the other guests he
was intrigued by this tawny Vik.
ing.
In what part of Holland do
you like, Mr.. van Westrheene?"
he asked. II have shot there twice
with my friend, Baron de Buyl."
Il own property some 40 miles
from the de Buyl estates, was the
measured reply. IT am, however,
seldom there. I have interests in
other countries. Only lately I re.
turned from a seven months
cruise. I am fond of the sea-"
DO any deep-Sea fiShing?"
loft the coast of New Zealand"
Mr. van Westrheene recounted, Il
have landed two tuna fish Of be-
tween 500 and 900 pounds each.
1t is dangerous sport but it lacks
variety"
YOUR FAvORITE SPORTq
Tell U.S." BemroSe asked, what
then is your favorite sport, van
Westrheene? You have shot lions
without a doubt"
And every description Of wild
beast" was the deep-throated re-
ply. LAS to my favorite sport, you
ask me difficult question"
1t was probably by chance just
at that moment that he looked
across the table straight into the
eyes of his host. The hesitation
became pause. There was little
culver at the corners Of MatreS-
ser's lips.
Perhaps" the latter said, ito
answer that question. Mr.. van
Westrheene, you would require q
definition of sport"
To all appearance, Mr.. van
Westrheene remained the weather
battered sphinx with unchanging
expression. There was no sign Of
discompoSure in his smooth face.
His fixed eyeglass seemed as
though it had been there since the
day of his birth and would remain
without a CULVER until the day Of
his death. Even his deep voice
when he answered retained its
toneleSS quality.
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