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By E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM,
Author of "The Master Mummer." "A Prince of Sinners." "Mysterious Mr,
Sabln." "Amu the Adventuress," Etc.
Copyright. i005. 1900, by LITTLE, nil OWN, nu! COMPANY.
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"1 thnught it host to lot you know."
In siild, "tliilt u carriage lias stopped
In the luno. If I can l) of imy as
sistance I shall be hero-aud ready."
Duucombe nodded and closed llio
door. Tho girl was sitting upright In
hor chair with tho old look of fear In
hor eyes.
"Who was that?" she asked quietly.
"Spencer," he answered. "lie dis
covered your presence here, lint ho la
perfectly discreet. lie knocked to tell
me that a carriage has stopped In tho
lane outsido."
She was white with fear, but ho
only laughed and, stooping down,
-would have taken hor hands once more.
Rut at that moment an unexpected
sound Intervened. The deep silence of
the house was broken by tho ringing
of the front doorbell.
Buncombe Btartod back. Tho girl
half rose to her feet.
"Tho front door!" he exclaimed.
''The servants will have gone to bod.
I must answer It myself."
She clung to him with a sudden
abandon. She was white to the lips.
"1 am afraid," she moaned. "Don't
leave mo alone."
lie glanced toward the window.
"Hy Jove, It may bo a trap!" he ex
claimed. "Lot them ring. I'll stay
hero with you."
They stood hand In hand listening.
Ills head was turned toward the door,
but the gentle pressure of her fingers
drew him round. Her face was up
turned to his. Something of the fear
had gone. There was an eager, almost
desperate light In her softened eyes
and a tinge of color In her cheeks. Ho
caught her Into his arms and their
lips met. She disengaged herself al
most Immediately.
"I don't care," she said, with a little
laugh. "That is the first kiss I have
ever given to a man, and very likely It
"Will be the last. You won't be able to
any that I have gone away without
paying my bill. Xow go and open tho
front door, Sir George."
lie hesitated for a moment.
"Say only tho word, Phyllis, and no
one in the world shall ever take you
away."
She did not oven answer him. lie
left her with a little sigh.
"Spencer." he said, "if you hoar the
.slightest noise In that room go In and
shout for me."
Siiencor nodded. Tho front door boll
rang again.
CHAPTER XXIV.
T'NCOMP.E unfastened thechaln
and bolts of tho ponderous ,
front door and looked out Into .
the darkness. A carriage and
pair of horses were drawn up outside.
A man and a woman, both dressed in
long traveling coats, were standing
upon tho doorstep.
"This Is Duucoutbo Hall, I believe,"
tho man said. "Is Sir C'eorge Dun
combo at homo?"
"I am Sir George Duncombo." ho an
swered. "Will you come Inside?"
They crossed tho threshold at once.
The man was tall and dark, and his
voice and bearing were unmistakable.
Tho woman was fair, petlto and appar
ently very sleepy. She wore magnifi
cent furs, and she had tho air of being
In a very bad temper.
"Wo really are heartily ashamed of
ourselves for disturbing you at such an
hour, Sir George," tho man said, "but
you will pardon us when you under
stand the position, I am tho Marquis
do St. Ethol, and this Is my wife. I
have u letter to you from my friend
tho Duke of Chestow, with whom we
have been stnylng."
Duncombo concealed his astonish
ment as well ns ho was able. He bow
ed to tho lady and led them toward the
library. Spencer, who had hoard them
coming, had hastily concealed his re
volver and wns lounging In an easy
chair reading tho evening paper.
"I am afraid that my servants nre all
In bed," Duncombo said, "and I can
only offer you a bachelor's hospitality.
This is my friend, Mr. Spencer tho
Marquis and Marquise do St. Ethol.
"Wheel that easy chair up, Spencer, will
you?"
Sponcer's brow had betrayed not tho
slightest sign of surprise, but 'Dun
combo fancied that the marquis had
glanced at him keenly. Ho was hold
ing a note in his hand, which ho offer
ed to Duncombo.
"My errand Is so unusual andtho
hour so extraordinary," he said, "that
I thought It would bo hotter for Ches
tow to wrlto you a lino or two. Will
you please read it?"
Duncombo tore open tho envelope.
Chestow, Wednesday Evening.
. MyDear Duijcombo-dyXrlondpe St.
Ethol tt'ils mo that ho la obliged nt Kroat
personal Inconvenience to execute a com-1
niHftion for u friend which involves n
Aomi-whiu unceremonious call upon you
tonight. He desires me, therefore, to
siild you these few linos, 'i'hu Marquis
dc St. Ktliol and his wife aru uiiioiik my
oldest friends. It Ives me ureal pleasure
to vouch for them both In every way
Yours sincerely. CHESTOW.
"The Jotter, I am afraid," the mar
quis said, smiling, "does little to sat
isfy your curiosity. Permit me to ex
plain my errand in a few words."
"Certainly," Duncombo interrupted.
'Hut won't you take something? I am
glad to see that Spencer Is looking aft
er your wife."
Tho marquise had raised her veil
and was loaning back in a chair, with
a sandwich poised In the lingers of one
hand and a glass of burgundy In tho
other. She was looking a little less
bored nud was chatting gayly to Spen
cer, whoso French was equal to her
own.
"I thank you very much," tho mar
quis said. "I will not take anything to
drink, but If you have cigarettes Ah,
thanks!"
Ho lit one nud sat on the arm of an
easy chair.
"Tho facts are these," he said. "I
have a great 'friend in Purls who,
knowing that I was at Chestow and
returning to I'ranco tomorrow, has, I I
fear I must say, taken some advantage
of my good nature. I am asked to call 1
here and escort homo to her friends u
young lady who, I understand, Is for
the moment a guest under your roof.
My friend, I must say, telegraphs in a
most mysterious manner, but he Is evi
dently very anxious that we should
accede to Ills request. Our appearance
hero nt this time of night I admit l
most unjustifiable, but what were wo
to do? It Is absolutely necessary for
my wife to catch the 12:20 from Char
ing Cross tomorrow. I hope that my
friend will some day appreciate my
devotion. To come round by your
house I have had to borrow a carriage
from my friend Chestow. We shall
have a drive to Norwich and catch a
train from there to London In the small
hours of tlie morning. I presume tho
young lady Is here?"
"Tho youMg lady Is here," Duncombo
answered. "May I Inquire the ntmc
of tho friend to whom you are asked
to take her?"
The marquis yawned slightly. He,
too, seemed weary.
"My dear Sir George," ho said, "I
trust that you will appreciate my posi
tion In this matter. I do not even know
the young lady's name. My eccentric
friend in lifs telegram, which occupied
four forms, most specially insisted that
I should ask or answer no questions
concerning her."
"You are not aware, then, of the cir
cumstances which led to her coming
hero?" Duhcombo asked.
"I am utterly Ignorant of them," the
marquis answered. "I am constrained
to remain so."
"You no doubt have some message
for her," Duncombo said. "Her posi
tion hero is a little peculiar. She may
desire some sort of Information as to
her destination."
The marquis knocked the ash off his
cigarette.
"If you will produce tho young lady,"
ho said, "I think that you will find her
prepared to come with us without ask
ing any questions."
Duncoinbo threw open the door
which led into the iuuor room. The
girl stepped forward as far. ns tho
threshold and looked out upon them.
I "This Is tho Marquis and tho Mar-
' qulso do St. Ethol," Duncombo said to
hor. "They have brought me a letter
from tho Duke of Chestow, nud they
have come to take you back to France."
Tho girl looked fixedly for a moment
at the marquise. If any word or sign
passed between them It escaped Dun
combo; Phyllis was content, however,
to ask no questlous.
"I nm quite ready," she said calmly.
The marquise rose.
"Your luggage can be sent on," she
remarked.
j Duncombo approached Phyllis and
stood by her side,
i "These people," he said, "will not
toll mo where they are taking you to
l Are you content to go?"
"I must go," sho answered simply.
"You wish mo to glvo you"
"If you please," she Interrupted.
Ho turned toward tho door.
"I have something belonging to Miss
-to my guest," ho said, "In my own
room. If you will excuse mo for a
moment I will fetch It."
Ho returned with tho scaled en
velope which sho had given him and
which lie placed In her hands. Ho car
ried also a fur coat aud an armful of
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