The Secret of Chimneys by The secret of Chimneys

Author:The secret of Chimneys
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-06-27T08:55:07.141000+00:00

'Hm!' said Anthony to himself, 'Evidently Mr Hiram Fish prefers sitting in the shade.'

Chapter 16

TEA IN THE SCHOOLROOM

Anthony regained the terrace with the feeling uppermost in his mind that the only safe place for private conversations was the middle of the lake.

The resonant boom of a gong sounded from the house, and Tredwell appeared in a stately fashion from a side door. 'Luncheon is served, my lord.'

'Ah!' said Lord Caterham, brisking up a little. 'Lunch!'

At that moment two children burst out of the house. They were high-spirited young women of twelve and ten, and though their names might be Dulcie and Daisy, as Bundle had affirmed, they appeared to be more generally known as Guggle and Winkle. They executed a kind of war dance, interspersed with shrill whoops till Bundle emerged and quelled them.

'Where's Mademoiselle?' she demanded.

'She's got the migraine, the migraine, the migraine!' chanted Winkle.

'Hurrah!' said Guggle, joining in.

Lord Caterham had succeeded in shepherding most of his guests into the house. Now he laid a restraining hand on Anthony's arm.

'Come to my study,' he breathed. 'I've got something rather special there.'

Slinking down the hall, far more like a thief than like the master of the house, Lord Caterham gained the shelter of his sanctum. Here he unlocked a cupboard and produced various bottles.

'Talking to foreigners always makes me so thirsty,' he explained apologetically. 'I don't know why it is.'

There was a knock on the door, and Virginia popped her head round the corner of it.

'Got a special cocktail for me?' she demanded.

'Of course,' said Lord Caterham hospitably. 'Come in.'

The next few minutes were taken up with serious rites.

'I needed that,' said Lord Caterham with a sigh, as he replaced his glass on the table. 'As I said just now, I find talking to foreigners particularly fatiguing. I think it's because they're so polite. Come along. Let's have some lunch.'

He led the way to the dining-room. Virginia put her hand on Anthony's arm, and drew him back a little.

'I've done my good deed for the day,' she whispered. 'I got Lord Caterham to take me to see the body.'

'Well?' demanded Anthony eagerly.

One theory of his was to be proved or disproved.

Virginia was shaking her head.

'You were wrong,' she whispered, 'it's Prince Michael all right.'

'Oh!' Anthony was deeply chagrined.

'And Mademoiselle had the migraine,' he added aloud, in a dissatisfied tone.

'What has that got to do with it?'

'Probably nothing, but I wanted to see her. You see, I've found out that Mademoiselle has the second room from the end - the one where I saw the light go up last night.'

'That's interesting.'

'Probably there's nothing in it. All the same, I mean to see Mademoiselle before the day is out.'

Lunch was somewhat of an ordeal. Even the cheerful impartiality of Bundle failed to reconcile the heterogeneous assembly. The Baron and Andrassy were correct, formal, full of etiquette, and had the air of attending a meal in a mausoleum. Lord Caterham was lethargic and depressed. Bill Eversleigh stared longingly at Virginia. George, very mindful

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