scrap of paper he had torn from the table at The Elms that first night, when he had grabbed the dazed millionaire from under Peterson's nose.
| earl necklace and the | |
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| chess of Lamp- |
The Duchess of Lampshire's pearls were world-famous; the Marquis of Laidley was apparently enjoying his tea. And between the two there seemed to be a connection rather too obvious to be missed.
III
"I'm glad you two fellows came down," said Hugh thoughtfully, as he entered the sitting-room of his bungalow at Goring. Dinner was over, and stretched in three chairs were Peter Darrell, Algy Longworth, and Toby Sinclair. The air was thick with smoke, and two dogs lay curled up on the mat, asleep. "Did you know that a man came here this afternoon, Peter?"
Darrell yawned and stretched himself.
"I did not. Who was it?"
"Mrs. Denny has just told me." Hugh reached out a hand for his pipe, and proceeded to stuff it with tobacco. "He came about the water."
"Seems a very righteous proceeding, dear old thing," said Algy lazily.
"And he told her that I had told him to come. Unfortunately, I'd done nothing of the sort."
His three listeners sat up and stared at him.
"What do you mean, Hugh?" asked Toby Sinclair at length.
