"Georgie"
I guessed it by my previous experience of his habits.
"Don't let's go into details on this beastly station," said he hastily. "I know you '11 be glad I wired when I explain things. At least, Drusilla will. She's always kind. How's old Muffin face?"
Drusilla beamed. "Baby's sweeter than ever, and he's always asking for you in his own pretty way. Georgie, why have you brought us all these miles to this dreadful place?"
Georgie hurriedly changed the subject once more.
"I've ordered a ripping supper for you at the hotel," said he, which was comforting. It was some time before I referred to the subject again; but after supper Georgie himself gulped down a last glass of beer and made a plunge.
"Drusilla, you'll understand. Martin always was an unsympathetic beast to me. I suppose I'd better begin at the beginning."
"Generally," I murmured, "it is as
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