"That's young Rhuburger," someone was confiding to the Mistress.
"You must have read about him. He was arrested as a Conscientious
Objector, during the war. Since then, his father has died, and
left him all sorts of money. And he is burning it; in double
handfuls. No one seems to know just how he got into the club,
here. And no one seems to--"
The gossipy maundering broke off short; drowned in a wild beast
growl.
Both the Mistress and her husband had been eyeing Rhuburger as he
ascended the veranda steps in all the glory of unbelievably
exquisite and gaudy raiment. There seemed to both of them
something vaguely familiar about the fellow; though neither could
place him. But, to Lad, there was nothing at all vague in his
recollections of the gorgeous newcomer.
As Rhuburger reached the topmost step, the collie lifted his
head, his nostrils dilating wide. A thrill went through him. His
nearsighted eyes swept the crowd. They rested at last on
Rhuburger. Another deep inhalation told him all he needed to
know. Not in vain had Lad sniffed so long and so carefully at
those faint footprints in the road dust, at the spot where Lady
died.
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