An Amiable CharlatanOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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An Amiable Charlatan
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories
"For the first time," I repeated; "and I find them both most delightful
companions. As to how far our acquaintance may progress, that is entirely
a matter for chance to decide. You have doubtless come here with very good
motives, but I see no reason why I should accept your statements
concerning Mr. Parker and his daughter. You understand? My suggestion is
that you are mistaken. Until I have proved them to be other than they
represent themselves to be," I added with infinite subtlety, "I shall
continue to derive pleasure from their society."
Mr. Cullen rose at once to his feet.
"My warning has been given, sir," he said. "It only remains for me now to
wish you good morning, and to assure you most regretfully that your name
will be added to those whom Scotland Yard thinks it well to watch and that
your movements from place to place will be noted."
"I trust that Scotland Yard will benefit," I replied politely, and showed
him out.
At half past ten I rang up 3771A Gerrard. The telephone was answered
almost immediately by a man, apparently a servant. I inquired for Mr.
Parker and in a moment or two I heard his voice at the telephone.
"This is Joseph H. Parker speaking. Who are you?"
"I am Paul Walmsley. You told me I might ring up between ten and eleven."
"Sure!" was the prompt reply. "My dear fellow, I am delighted to hear from
you. None the worse for our little adventure last night, I hope?"
"Not in the least," I assured him. "On the contrary I am looking forward
to another."
"You shall have one," was the delighted answer.
"What about--What is it, Eve? Excuse me for one moment, Mr. Walmsley."
Mr. Parker was apparently dragged away from the telephone. I waited
impatiently. He returned in a moment or two. His voice sounded as though
he were a little irritated.
"Sorry," he said. "I was going to make a little suggestion to you for this
evening, but my daughter here doesn't fall in with it. They will have
their own way--these girls."
"It's very disappointing!" I said. "Don't you think you could prevail on
her?"
"Look here!" Mr. Parker continued. "I'll tell you what: Let's meet
accidentally at dinner tonight. I'll talk Eve round before then. You drop
into Stephano's for dinner at about seven-thirty. Then, when you see us
there, you can come over and join us."
"Thank you very much," I replied heartily. "By the by, I suppose you
couldn't tell me your address? I should like to send Miss Parker some
flowers."
Mr. Parker obviously hesitated.
"Better not," he decided regretfully--"not this morning, at any rate. Eve
is a bit peculiar; and if you come into our little scheme and it goes
wrong the less you know of us the better. See you later!"
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