I passed my arm
through his and led him out toward the foyer.
"You seem," I declared bitterly, "to have chosen the most unfortunate
personality! I wish to goodness you had remained Mr. Parker! This infernal
name of yours, Bundercombe, has got us into trouble."
"In what way?" he asked quickly.
"Lady Enterdean has just been to me," I told him. "She has a son who has
been traveling in the States and who was wonderfully entertained by two
people of the name of Bundercombe in the very place you told me to say you
came from."
"Well, that goes all right!" Mr. Parker remarked complacently. "We're
getting the credit for it."
"Precisely," I admitted. "The only trouble is that Lady Enterdean has just
telephoned to her son to come down at once and renew his acquaintance with
you and Eve."
Mr. Parker whistled softly. His face had become a blank.
"My! We do seem to be up against it!" he confessed uneasily.
"The young man," I continued, "will be here in ten minutes--perhaps
sooner--prepared to grasp you both by the hand and exchange
reminiscences."
Mr. Parker shook out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and mopped
his forehead.
"Kind of warm out here!" he remarked. "I'll just have to talk to Eve for a
minute or two.
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