"We've got a conference on, Paul," he announced dejectedly. "Will you come
round here for me at a quarter to eleven?"
I assented, and arrived at the house in Prince's Gardens a few minutes
before that time. Eve met me in the hall.
"Please tell me, dear," she begged, as she drew me into the morning room,
"why daddy is so low-spirited!"
"It isn't anything serious," I assured her. "It's just a little trouble
arising from one of his adventures. We shall get out of it all right."
"Poor daddy!" she exclaimed. "I am sure he has had no sleep for two
nights. I heard him walking up and down his room."
"Well, it will all be over to-day," I promised. "After all, it only means
a little money."
"Daddy does so hate to get the worst of anything," she sighed; "and I am
afraid, from the looks of his face, that this time he's in a fix."
"I am afraid so, too," I agreed. "Never mind; we have done the best we
can, and we are going to settle it up once and for all to-day. Perhaps
he'll tell you about it afterward."
We heard a door slam and Mr. Bundercombe's voice.
"He is asking for you," Eve whispered. "Hurry along and come back as soon
as you've got this business over."
I found Mr. Bundercombe exceedingly chastened, but in all other respects
his usual self.
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