An Amiable CharlatanOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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An Amiable Charlatan
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
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AN AMIABLE CHARLATAN
BY
E. PHILLIPS OPPENHEIM
(AUTHOR OF "MR. GREX OF MONTE CARLO," "THE DOUBLE TRAITOR", ETC.)
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY WILL GREF
[Illustration:
"No one can be more glad than Mrs. Delaporte and myself
that this little affair has been concluded so amicably."]
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I THE MAN AT STEPHANO'S
II THE COUP IN THE GAMBLING DEN
III CULLEN GIVES ADVICE
IV THE WOOING OF EVE
V MR. SAMUELSON
VI THE PARTY AT THE MILAN
VII "ONE OF US"
VIII AT THE ALHAMBRA
IX THE EXPOSURE
X A BROKEN PARTNERSHIP
XI MR. BUNDERCOMBE'S WINK
XII THE EMANCIPATION OF LOUIS
XIII "THE SHORN LAMB"
XIV MR. BUNDERCOMBE'S LOVE AFFAIR
XV LORD PORTHONING'S LESSON
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
"No one can be more glad than Mrs. Delaporte and myself that this little
affair has been concluded so amicably"
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you please! Nothing has happened"
"I haven't interrupted anything, have I--any little celebration, or
anything of that sort?"
"Eve was one of the first to congratulate me"
AN AMIABLE CHARLATAN
CHAPTER I--THE MAN AT STEPHANO's
The thing happened so suddenly that I really had very little time to make
up my mind what course to adopt under somewhat singular circumstances. I
was seated at my favorite table against the wall on the right-hand side in
Stephano's restaurant, with a newspaper propped up before me, a glass of
hock by my side, and a portion of the _plat du jour_, which happened to be
chicken _en casserole_, on the plate in front of me.
I was, in fact, halfway through dinner when, without a word of warning, a
man who seemed to enter with a lightfooted speed that, considering his
size, was almost incredible, drew a chair toward him and took the vacant
place at my table. My glass of wine and my plate were moved with smooth
and marvelous haste to his vicinity. Under cover of the tablecloth a
packet--I could not tell what it contained--was thrust into my hand.
"Sir," he said, raising my glass of wine to his lips, "I am forced to take
somewhat of a liberty. You can render me the service of a lifetime! Kindly
accept the situation."
I stared at him for a moment quite blankly. Then I recognized him; and,
transferring at once the packet to my trousers pocket, I drew another
glass toward me and poured out the remainder of my half-bottle of hock. So
much, at any rate, I felt I had saved!
"I shall offer you presently," my self-invited guest continued, with his
mouth full of my chicken, "the fullest explanation. I shall also ask you
to do me the honor of dining with me. I think I am right in saying that we
are not altogether strangers?"
"I know you very well by sight," I told him. "I have seen you here several
times before with a young lady."
"Exactly," he agreed. "My daughter, sir."
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