Bathurst, Anthony (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
Bathurst, from _the_ lady.”
“Really,” murmured Anthony with the suspicion of a smile. “I take it
you were extremely surprised?”
“Most assuredly,” replied Mr. Lucius, “I had not heard from the lady
for a considerable length of time, as I informed you last week. And if
I was surprised to receive the letter, I was still more surprised at
the nature of its contents. Unfortunately—in the light of after
events—I destroyed it.”
Mr. Bathurst lifted his eye-brows—was His Royal Highness, the Crown
Prince of Clorania always a stickler for veracity, he wondered?
“But I can remember it _verbatim_—every word, Mr. Bathurst.” The Crown
Prince leaned back in his arm-chair, closed his eyes, placed his
finger-tips together and proceeded to remember the contents of his
letter. “It was as follows,” he announced pompously, “‘Dear Alexis, I
am perfectly aware, you will be surprised to know, that you have made
two unsuccessful attempts to transfer a certain particular object from
my possession to your own. Advices received to-day, that I cannot
disregard, tell me that you have sought the professional assistance of
Mr. Anthony Bathurst. I happen to know something of that gentleman,
you see, as my solicitors are “Merryweather, Linnell and Daventry.”
Upon mature reflection therefore, I have decided to discontinue what
would be a hopeless struggle. I liked you once, Alexis, very, very
much. Because of that, and because I’m a silly idiot as well, I’m
going to give the photo back to you and burn all the letters. Meet me
at the Hotel where we stayed in Seabourne before. I will give it to
you there. Will some time next week suit you?’” His Highness turned in
his chair. “That, Mr. Bathurst, is reproduced as accurately as I can
recall it.” A spirit of uneasiness appeared to take possession of him.
“It was signed,” he added in an apparent afterthought and undertone,
“by a pet-name that I had used upon previous occasions when addressing
her. It would not assist you at all to know it. To cut a long story
short, Mr. Bathurst, I came to this Hotel on Tuesday last, met the
lady, as she had suggested, on the following day and as a matter of
fact was able to bring the affair that was so important and
interesting to me to a highly-satisfactory conclusion. The lady
concerned left the Hotel on Wednesday evening—I stayed on.”
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