Detective and mystery stories; Murder -- Investigation -- Fiction
"To Hillshire? What a knight-errant," chuckled Dan.
"Don't be an ass. I escorted her to the Guelph Hotel in Jermyn Street,
where she and her uncle were staying. The uncle appreciated the
service I did for his niece, and made me welcome, especially when he
found that, as a newspaper man, I was able to talk in print about his
machines. For an inventor the old man had an excellent idea of
business."
"Inventors being generally fools. So you called the next day to see if
Miss Vincent's nerves were better."
Freddy cast a look of surprise at Dan's dark face. "How did you guess
that, Halliday? Well, I did, and I got on better with Solomon Vincent
than ever."
"Undoubtedly you got on better with the niece," murmured Dan,
mischievously.
"Well," Laurance colored, "you might put it that way."
"I do put it that way," said Dan firmly, "and from personal
experience."
"Not with Mildred. Well, to make a long story short, I saw a great
deal of them in town, and took them to dinner and got them theatre
seats, and fell deeper in love every day. Then Vincent asked me to
Sheepeak to inspect his machines and I wrote several articles in _The
Moment_."
"Ah! I thought I remembered Vincent's name. I read those articles. But
you didn't mention the niece."
"Ass!" said the journalist scornfully, "is it likely! Well, that's the
whole yarn. I've been several times to Sheepeak and Vincent likes me."
"To the extent of taking you as a nephew?" inquired Dan, thoughtfully.
"No, hang him! That's why I call him a beast. He says that Mildred is
necessary to his comfort as a housekeeper, and won't allow her to
marry me. She is such a good girl that she obeys her uncle because he
brought her up when her parents died, and has been a father to her."
"A dull romance and a league-long wooing, with the lady in Hillshire
and the swain in London. How long is this unsatisfactory state of
things going to last, my son?"
"I don't know," rejoined Fred mournfully, "until her uncle dies,
perhaps."
"Then let us hope he'll fly once too often," said Dan cheerfully; "but
do not be downhearted. I am sure it will be all right. I shall dance
at your wedding and you will dance at mine. By the way, there's no
necessity to talk to Vincent or his niece about our endeavors to spot
this gang."
"Of course not. The matter won't be mentioned. All I am talking about
is private, and you come to Sheepeak with me to get a machine so as to
win the London to York race. It will be an advertisement for Vincent."
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