CHAPTER XXIII 



MISS KLTCHEN 



Mr Dashwood, piloting his undesirable com- 

 panion, led the way to the station, where they 

 arrived ten minutes before the train was due. 



He had seven pounds, the remains of the twelve 

 poimds he had won at the Bridge Club, and he 

 thanked fervently the powers above that he had 

 the money about his person. To have left Mr 

 Giveen whilst he rushed back to The Martens for 

 the sinews of war would have been a highly 

 dangerous proceeding. He felt intuitively that 

 Giveen was one of those people who, incapable of 

 trust, have no trust in others, and that once this 

 gentleman's suspicions were aroused the affair 

 would be hopeless. 



Above Bobby's intense desire to save French 

 and thwart his enemy was the desire to shine in 

 the eyes of Violet Grimshaw; to execute some 

 stroke of finesse, to trump the ace that Fate had 

 suddenly laid down on the card-table on which 

 French was playing the greatest game of his life. 



And he had not a trump card to his knowledge. 



The train came steaming in, disgorged a few 



passengers, received some baskets of country 

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