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Hare And Hounds
(Continued from Pago 9.).
¡"Wonderful old place isn't it?". he sald jovially.. "And the life, too,! sa entirely different for us English, don't you think?" Thla was subile,; but Marlyon now had himself inj hand.
"Yes, you English have no buk- door cufer," he replied. The parry! was effective: it hamboozled the ald boy. Marlyon could almost hear him muttering to himself: "You „English? You?" Then he coun- ter-attacked.
"You speak good English, sir, if 1 may say so."
"Ah replied Marlyon with a typically Italian gosture, "my mother, you Hee, was English." And he beckyned to the waiter,
At dinger the enemy was quito?
Apparently evidently depressed. they had already argued it.out. Marlyon pictured old Rippington puding out his flabby cheeks and a little irritably ending the discus- xin. You can't deny that when a man says "my mother was English.". with an accent, mind you, on the mother, it means quite clearly that his father was not."
Marlyon followed up the advant ne of the afternoon by wiping hi knife and fork on his bread after; ough course and retaining them when the waiter removed ble omply plato. Tho enemy reeled. Mr. Rippington, was profoundly demora- lised. "Really quite incredible, "But Mrs. Snuggs," she said, never, simply never, in England?
Marlyon went to bed in high surely spirits. The victory was hits.
Next day at lunch, however, the enemy hul been heavily reinfor ced. It was not the quantity of the reinforcements that disturbed Marlyon, but their quality. They consisted solely of Miss Daisy Schiedemeyer.
·But an American damsel of that definite, high-handed, stick- at-nothing typë was an army enrps! in herself. The moral effect of her arrival was tremendous. De- solating doubt had given place to
lowing faith, and the ten relent-,, less ever focused on his unpro- tected person shone with a ter- rible, menare..
Mrs. Snuggs was apparently summing up for Miss Sebledeme- ger the uncatisfactory results of
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their investigations, but she binsbed them aside with scorn. "You. English? That proves nothing. These people have nationality. They're cosmopoli- fan. Fesides, everyone knows, his He was father wasn't English." Scotch. Have none of you asked him his name? I'd have thought that was the easiest way."
But tactics of such terrible directness were asserted to be im- possible. "Impossible?" cried Miss Schiedemeyer, "Wait till this afternoon."
But even Miss Schietiemeyer was not so brutal as she sounded, She did not actually, in so many words." demand his name from Marlyon, but she watched her op- portunity, and when he was set- tled at his cafe after lunch she suddenly appeared on the scene.
In one hand she carried a book, and, bearing straight down on Marlyon, she held. it out to him with her most winning smile and said: "Excuse me but please write something in my autograph book. I've got lots of swells, but it's hardly complote without you,, is it?" and, placing the book on the table, she glided gracefully away
In a way, it was a bold atroke, but bold diplomacy rather than bold tactics, and it made him 8 present of certain period of spare time. Marlyon, thought over the situation carefully. Of course it was possible that he was actually __and __irrètijevably found out and Miss Schiedemeyer simply wanted his autograph; but this, judging by the mood of the enemy ut lunch, he disbelioved.
They were very nearly certain, but they were stil not quite cer tain. Even in Miss Schiedemeyer} there had been, for all her bold-¦ ness, he thought, just a quaver] In this case her object was clear- Jy by pretending id know him to bluff him into giving himself. Bway.
However, it was, the state of affairs was critical enough; only the most drastic action could save hima Meanwhile she had left the situationi; -- such, it was, in this hands, and he at once resolved to
(Continued on Paga 3),
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