The Broken Thread. William Le Queux

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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      EAN 4064066156862

Table of Contents

       Chapter Two.

       Chapter Three.

       Chapter Four.

       Chapter Five.

       Chapter Six.

       Chapter Seven.

       Chapter Eight.

       Chapter Nine.

       Chapter Ten.

       Chapter Eleven.

       Chapter Twelve.

       Chapter Thirteen.

       Chapter Fourteen.

       Chapter Fifteen.

       Chapter Sixteen.

       Chapter Seventeen.

       Chapter Eighteen.

       Chapter Nineteen.

       Chapter Twenty.

       Chapter Twenty One.

       Chapter Twenty Two.

       Chapter Twenty Three.

       Chapter Twenty Four.

       Chapter Twenty Five.

       Chapter Twenty Six.

       Chapter Twenty Seven.

       Chapter Twenty Eight.

Chapter Two.

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      Presents a Curious Problem.

      On entering old Mr. Mutimer’s house a telegram addressed to Raife lay upon the hall-table. Tearing it open, he read the brief summons. “Come at once, urgent.—Mother.”

      The words were startling in their brevity. Turning to his friend, he exclaimed in alarmed accents: “Something serious has happened at home, old man. See what the mater has wired.” He handed the telegram to Teddy.

      Teddy read it and gave it back. “I’m awfully sorry, Raife. There’s a good train in about an hour from now. While you are waiting, you might ring up home and find out what’s the matter.”

      “A good idea,” said Raife. And at once he entered the study, and, taking up the telephone receiver, got a trunk call.

      In less than five minutes he was speaking with Edgson, the old butler at Aldborough Park, his father’s fine place near Tunbridge Wells.

      “Is Lady Remington there?” asked Raife, eagerly. “Tell her I want to speak to her.”

      “She’s—oh, it’s you, Master Raife, sir! She’s—I’m sorry, sir, her ladyship’s not well, sir.”

      “Not well? What’s the matter?” asked the young fellow, speaking eagerly into the mouthpiece.

      “Oh, sir, I—I—I can’t tell you over the ’phone,” replied the old servant. “Her ladyship has forbidden us to say anything at all.”

      “But, Edgson, surely I may know!” cried the young man, frantically.

      “We thought you were on your way home, sir,” the butler replied. “Can’t you come, Master Raife?”

      “Yes, of course, I’m leaving now—at once. But I’m anxious to know what has happened.”

      “Come home, sir, and her ladyship will tell you.”

      “Go at once and say that I am at the ’phone,” Raife ordered, angrily.

      “I’m very sorry, sir, but I can’t,” was the response. “I have very strict orders from her ladyship, but I’m sorry to have to disobey you, sir.”

      “Can’t you tell me anything? Can’t you give me an inkling of what’s the matter?” urged Raife.

      “I’m very sorry, sir, I can’t,” replied the old man, quietly, but very firmly.

      Raife knew Edgson of old. With him the word of either master or mistress was law. Edgson had been in his СКАЧАТЬ