"
"If she is out of town?"
"She is in London," Wingrave answered. "I have seen her from the
window this morning. You will give her a message. Say that you come
from me, and that I desire to see her tomorrow. The time and place she
can fix, but I should prefer not to go to her house."
Aynesworth stooped down to relight his cigarette. He felt that
Wingrave was watching him, and he wished to keep his face hidden.
"I am unknown to Lady Ruth," he remarked. "Supposing she should refuse
to see me?"
Wingrave looked at him coldly.
"I have told you what I wish done," he said. "The task does not seem
to be a difficult one. Please see to it that I have an answer by five
o'clock-----"
Aynesworth lunched with a few of his particular friends at the club.
They heard of his new adventure with somewhat doubtful approbation.
"You'll never stand the routine, old chap!"
"And what about your own work!"
"What will the Daily Scribbler people say?"
Aynesworth shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't imagine it will last very long," he answered, "and I shall
get a fair amount of time to myself. The work I do on the Daily
Scribbler doesn't amount to anything. It was a chance I simply
couldn't refuse."
The editor of a well-known London paper leaned back in his chair, and
pinched a cigar carefully.
"You'll probably find the whole thing a sell," he remarked. "The
story, as Lovell told it, sounded dramatic enough, and if the man were
to come back to life again, fresh and vigorous, things might happen,
provided, of course, that Lovell was right in his suppositions.
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