Battle, Superintendent (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Police -- England -- Fiction
"Very nearly as bad," said Lord Caterham. "I suppose I shall have to
come to the wedding, all dressed up in tight, uncomfortable clothes,
and give you away. And Lomax may think it necessary to kiss me in the
vestry."
"Good heavens! You don't think I'm going to marry George, do you?"
cried Bundle.
"Well, something like that seemed to be in the wind last time I saw
you," said her father. "Yesterday morning, you know."
"I'm going to be married to someone a hundred times nicer than George,"
said Bundle.
"I hope so, I'm sure," said Lord Caterham. "But one never knows. I
don't feel you're really a good judge of character, Bundle. You told me
that young Thesiger was a cheerful inefficient, and from all I hear now
it seems that he was one of the most efficient criminals of the day.
The sad thing is that I never met him. I was thinking of writing my
reminiscences soon--with a special chapter on murderers I have met--and
by a purely technical oversight, I never met this young man."
"Don't be silly," said Bundle. "You know you haven't got the energy to
write reminiscences or anything else."
"I wasn't actually going to write them myself," said Lord Caterham. "I
believe that's never done. But I met a very charming girl the other day
and that's her special job. She collects the material and does all the
actual writing."
"And what do you do?"
"Oh, just give her a few facts for half an hour every day. Nothing
more than that." After a slight pause, Lord Caterham said: "She was a
nice-looking girl--very restful and sympathetic."
"Father," said Bundle, "I have a feeling that without me you will run
into deadly danger."
"Different kinds of danger suit different kinds of people," said Lord
Caterham.
He was moving away, when he turned back and said over his shoulder:
"By the way, Bundle, who _are_ you marrying?"
"I was wondering," said Bundle, "when you were going to ask me that.
I'm going to marry Bill Eversleigh."
The egoist thought it over for a minute. Then he nodded in complete
satisfaction.
"Excellent," he said. "He's scratch, isn't he? He and I can play
together in the foursomes in the Autumn Meeting."
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