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〃Rather！〃
〃But you know what officials are all over the world。 They are so sceptical and they move so slowly。〃
〃I know。 Our men at home are just the same as a rule。 I've got a pal who invented something…or…other； I forget what； but it was a most decent little contrivance and very useful and all that； and he simply can't get them to say Yes or No about it。 But； all the same； I wonder you didn't have some of them trying to put out feelers to you when you were in London。〃
〃Oh； we were only in London a few hours。 By the way； Lord Wisbeach； my sister〃Mrs。 Pett paused； she disliked to have to mention her sister or to refer to this subject at all； but curiosity impelled her〃my sister said that you are a great friend of her step…son； James Crocker。 I didn't know that you knew him。〃
Lord Wisbeach seemed to hesitate for a moment。
〃He's not ing over； is he？ Pity！ It would have done him a world of good。 Yes； Jimmy Crocker and I have always been great pals。 He's a bit of a nut； of course； 。 。 。 I beg your pardon！ 。 。 。 I mean 。 。 。〃 He broke off confusedly； and turned to Willie again to cover himself。 〃How are you getting on with the jolly old stuff？〃 he asked。
If Willie had objected to Partridgite being called 〃the stuff；〃 he was still less in favour of its being termed 〃the jolly old stuff。〃 He replied coldly。
〃I have ceased to get along with the jolly old stuff。〃
〃Struck a snag？〃 enquired Lord Wisbeach sympathetically。
〃On the contrary； my experiments have been entirely successful。 I have enough Partridgite in my laboratory to blow New York to bits！〃
〃Willie！〃 exclaimed Mrs。 Pett。 〃Why didn't you tell me before？ You know I am so interested。〃
〃I only pleted my work last night。〃
He moved off with an important nod。 He was tired of Lord Wisbeach's society。 There was something about the young man which he did not like。 He went to find more congenial pany in a group by the window。
Lord Wisbeach turned to his hostess。 The vacuous expression had dropped from his face like a mask。 A pair of keen and intelligent eyes met Mrs。 Pett's。
〃Mrs。 Pett； may I speak to you seriously？〃
Mrs。 Pett's surprise at the alteration in the man prevented her from replying。 Much as she liked Lord Wisbeach； she had never given him credit for brains； and it was a man with brains and keen ones who was looking at her now。 She nodded。
〃If your nephew has really succeeded in his experiments； you should be awfully careful。 That stuff ought not to lie about in his laboratory； though no doubt he has hidden it as carefully as possible。 It ought to be in a safe somewhere。 In that safe in your library。 News of this kind moves like lightning。 At this very moment； there may be people watching for a chance of getting at the stuff。〃
Every nerve in Mrs。 Pett's body； every cell of a brain which had for years been absorbing and giving out sensational fiction； quivered irrepressibly at these words； spoken in a low； tense voice which gave them additional emphasis。 Never had she misjudged a man as she had misjudged Lord Wisbeach。
〃Spies？〃 she quavered。
〃They wouldn't call themselves that；〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃Secret Service agents。 Every country has its men whose only duty it is to handle this sort of work。〃
〃They would try to steal Willie's？〃 Mrs。 Pett's voice failed。
〃They would not look on it as stealing。 Their motives would be patriotic。 I tell you； Mrs。 Pett； I have heard stories from friends of mine in the English Secret Service which would amaze you。 Perfectly straight men in private life； but absolutely unscrupulous when at work。 They stick at nothingnothing。 If I were you； I should suspect every one； especially every stranger。〃 He smiled engagingly。 〃You are thinking that that is odd advice from one who is practically a stranger like myself。 Never mind。 Suspect me； too； if you like。 Be on the safe side。〃
〃I would not dream of doing such a thing； Lord Wisbeach；〃 said Mrs。 Pett horrified。 〃I trust you implicitly。 Even supposing such a thing were possible； would you have warned me like this； if you had been？〃
〃That's true；〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃I never thought of that。 Well； let me say； suspect everybody but me。〃 He stopped abruptly。 〃Mrs。 Pett；〃 he whispered； 〃don't look round for a moment。 Wait。〃 The words were almost inaudible。 〃Who is that man behind you？ He has been listening to us。 Turn slowly。〃
With elaborate carelessness； Mrs。 Pett turned her head。 At first she thought her panion must have alluded to one of a small group of young men who； very improperly in such surroundings； were discussing with raised voices the prospects of the clubs peting for the National League Baseball Pennant。 Then； extending the sweep of her gaze； she saw that she had been mistaken。 Midway between her and this group stood a single figure； the figure of a stout man in a swallow…tail suit； who bore before him a tray with cups on it。 As she turned； this man caught her eye； gave a guilty start； and hurried across the room。
〃You saw？〃 said Lord Wisbeach。 〃He was listening。 Who is that man？ Your butler apparently。 What do you know of him？〃
〃He is my new butler。 His name is Skinner。〃
〃Ah； your new butler？ He hasn't been with you long； then？〃
〃He only arrived from England three days ago。〃
〃From England？ How did he get in here？ I mean； on whose remendation？〃
〃Mr。 Pett offered him the place when we met him at my sister's in London。 We went over there to see my sister； EugeniaMrs。 Crocker。 This man was the butler who admitted us。 He asked Mr。 Pett something about baseball； and Mr。 Pett was so pleased that he offered him a place here if he wanted to e over。 The man did not give any definite answer then； but apparently he sailed on the next boat； and came to the house a few days after we had returned。〃
Lord Wisbeach laughed softly。
〃Very smart。 Of course they had him planted there for the purpose。〃
〃What ought I to do？〃 asked Mrs。 Pett agitatedly。
〃Do nothing。 There is nothing that you can do； for the present； except keep your eyes open。 Watch this man Skinner。 See if he has any acplices。 It is hardly likely that he is working alone。 Suspect everybody。 Believe me 。 。 。〃
At this moment； apparently from some upper region； there burst forth an uproar so sudden and overwhelming that it might well have been taken for a premature testing of a large sample of Partridgite； until a moment later it began to resemble more nearly the shrieks of some partially destroyed victim of that death…dealing invention。 It was a bellow of anguish； and it poured through the house in a cascade of sound； advertising to all beneath the roof the twin facts that some person unknown was suffering and that whoever the sufferer might be he had excellent lungs。
The effect on the gathering in the drawing…room was immediate and impressive。 Conversation ceased as if it had been turned off with a tap。 Twelve separate and distinct discussions on twelve highly intellectual topics died instantaneously。 It was as if the last trump had sounded。 Futurist painters stared pallidly at vers libre poets； speech smitten from their lips； and stage performers looked at esoteric Buddhists with a wild surmise。
The sudden silence had the effect of emphasising the strange noise and rendering it more distinct； thus enabling it to carry its message to one at least of the listeners。 Mrs。 Pett； after a moment of strained attention in which time seemed to her to stand still； uttered a wailing cry and leaped for the door。
〃Ogden！〃 she shrilled； and passed up the stairs two at a time； gathering speed as she went。 A boy's best friend is his mother。
CHAPTER X
INSTRUCTION IN DEPORTMENT
WHILE the feast of reason and flow of soul had been in progress in the drawing…room； in the gymnasium on the top floor Jerry Mitchell； awaiting the ing of Mr。 Pett； had been passing the time in improving with strenuous exercise his already impressive physique。 If Mrs。 Pett's guests had been less noisily concentrated on their conversation； they might have heard the muffled tap…tap…tap that proclaimed that Jerry Mitchell was punching the bag upstairs。
It was not until he had punched it for perhaps five minutes that； desisting from his labours； he perceived that he had the pleasure of the pany of little Ogden Ford。 The stout boy was standing in the doorway； observing him with an attentive eye。
〃What are you doing？〃 enquired Ogden。
Jerry passed a gloved fist over his damp brow。
〃Punchin' the bag。〃
He began to remove his gloves； eyeing Ogden the while with a disapproval which he made no attempt to conceal。 An extremist on the subject of keeping in condition； the spectacle of the bulbous stripling was a constant offence to him。 Ogden； in pursuance of his invariable custom on the days when Mrs。 Pett entertained； had been lurking on the stairs outside the drawing…room for the past hour； levying toll on the food…stuffs that passed his way。 He wore a congested look； and there was jam about his mouth。
〃Why？〃 he said； retrieving a morsel of jam from his right cheek with the tip of his tongue。
〃To keep in condition。〃
〃Why do you want to keep in condition？〃
Jerry flung the gloves into their locker。
〃Fade！〃 he said wearily。 〃Fade！〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Beat it！〃
〃Huh？〃 Much pastry seemed to have clouded the boy's mind。
〃Run away。〃
〃Don't want to run away。〃
The annoyed pugilist sat down and scrutinised his visitor critically。
〃You never do anything you don't want to； I guess？〃
〃No；〃 said Ogden simply。 〃You've got a funny nose；〃 he added dispassionately。 〃What did you do to it to make it like that？〃
Mr。 Mitchell shifted restlessly on his chair。 He was not a vain man； but he was a little sensitive about that particular item in his make…up。
〃Lizzie says it's the funniest nose she ever saw。 She says it's something out of a ic supplement。〃
A dull flush； such as five minutes with the bag had been unable to produce； appeared on Jerry Mitchell's peculiar countenance。 It was not that he looked on Lizzie Murphy； herself no Lillian Russell； as an accepted authority on the subject of facial beauty； but he was aware that in this instance she spoke not without reason； and he was vexed； moreover； as many another had been before him； by the note of indulgent patronage in Ogden's voice。 His fingers twitched a little eagerly； and he looked sullenly at his tactless junior。
〃Get out！〃
〃Huh？〃
〃Get outa here！〃
〃Don't want to get out of here；〃 said Ogden with finality。 He put his hand in his trouser…pocket and pulled out a sticky mass which looked as if it might once have been a cream…puff or a meringue。 He swallowed it contentedly。 〃I'd forgotten I had that；〃 he explained。 〃Mary gave it to me on the stairs。 Mary thinks you've a funny nose； too；〃 he proceeded； as one relating agreeable gossip。
〃Can it！ Can it！〃 exclaimed the exasperated pugilist。
〃I'm only telling you what I heard her say。〃
Mr。 Mitchell rose convulsively and took a step towards his persecutor； breathing noisily through the criticised organ。 He was a chivalrous man； a warm admirer of the sex； but he was conscious of a wish that it was in his power to give Mary what he would have described as 〃hers。〃 She was one of the parlour…maids； a homely woman with a hard eye； and it was part of his grievance against her that his Maggie； alias Celestine； Mrs。 Pett's maid； had formed an enthusiastic friendship with her。 He had no evidence to go on； but he suspected Mary of using her influence with Celestine to urge the suit of his leading rival for the latter's hand； Biggs the chauffeur。 He disliked Mary intensely； even on general grounds。 Ogden's revelation added fuel to his aversion。 For a moment he toyed with the fascinating thought of relieving his feelings by spanking the boy； but restrained himself reluctantly at the thought of the inevitable ruin which would ensue。 He had been an inmate of the house long enough to know； with a pleteness which would have embarrassed that gentleman； what a cipher Mr。 Pett was in the home and how little his championship would avail in the event of a clash with Mrs。 Pett。 And to give Ogden that physical treatment which should long since have formed the main plank in the platform of his education would be to invite her wrath as nothing else could。 He checked himself； a