Bundercombe and his
daughter, who were so amazingly kind to Reggie when he was out in the
States on his way to Dicky's ranch!"
I was for a moment absolutely thunderstruck.
"Did you--er--remind Mr. Bundercombe of this?" I asked.
She shook her head. She had the pleased smile of a benevolent conspirator.
"I will tell you why I did not, Paul," she explained. "Reggie is in town--
just for a few days. I have sent him a telephone message and he is wild
with delight. He has only just arrived from Scotland; but I told him Mr.
Bundercombe and his daughter were here, and he is rushing into his clothes
as fast as he can and is coming round. It will be so delightful for him to
meet them again, and I really must try to think myself what I can do to
repay all their kindness to Reggie."
I felt completely at my wit's end! I saw the whole of my little scheme,
which up to now had proved so successful, threatened with instant
destruction. Lady Enterdean passed on, probably to take some one else into
her confidence. I crossed the room to the little group surrounding my
friend, and as soon as I got near him I touched him on the shoulder.
"Just one word with you, Mr. Bundercombe," I begged.
The little circle of men let him through with reluctance.
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