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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"An Amiable Charlatan"

Parker. He smiled weakly and scratched his chin.
"I didn't do so badly," he essayed apologetically. "To tell you the truth,
I really hadn't meant--"
"Never mind what you meant!" I interrupted. "Please give me those things
back again at once!"
Eve dropped them into the handkerchief, twisted them up and passed them
across to me.
"I told daddy it was rather a mean trick," she sighed; "but really, you
know, no people ought to carry about their valuables like that! It was
trying us a little too high, wasn't it? And dear Reggie--did he arrive?"
For the first time I was really angry with Eve.
"If you will allow me," I said, "I will pursue this conversation to-morrow
morning."
I tore downstairs, jumped into the waiting taxi and returned to the Milan.
I entered the private room with a grave face. Evidently I was only just in
time. The rubber of bridge had been broken up and my guests were standing
about in little groups talking. I closed the door behind me and held up my
hand.
"Blanche," I announced--"Lady Enterdean--I am delighted to say I have
recovered everything."
"My dear boy, how wonderfully clever of you!"
Lady Enterdean exclaimed. "How relieved I feel! Most satisfactory, I am
sure.


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