He at
once assumed the appearance of a penitent.
"Where did you come across them again?" I asked.
"I met Mrs. Delaporte the other day," he said, "down at Ranelagh. We
chatted a little while. I couldn't feel any ill-will against the woman--
I'd enjoyed my evening so thoroughly. Then some people stopped and talked
to me, and she found out who I was. Soon afterward she began to throw out
hints of a willingness to marry again. Perhaps I wasn't very tactful.
Anyway she seemed a little huffed when she left me--and here we are! Say,
do you think those joshers can do anything?"
"It rather depends," I replied, "upon their own reputations. You'd better
let me make a few inquiries. I'll have to get off now, Eve's waiting. I'll
call round and see my solicitor later in the day."
"Shame to bother you," Mr. Bundercombe regretted. "So long!"
The affair Mr. Bundercombe had treated with his customary light-
heartedness seemed likely to develop most unpleasantly. Within forty-eight
hours he was the recipient of a writ from the firm of solicitors with
which Mr. Cheape was connected; and, though inquiries went to prove that
Captain Bannister, Mrs. Delaporte and their associates were certainly not
people of the highest respectability, there was yet nothing definite
against them.
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