"I say, Arranmore," he asked, "who the devil is Brooks?"
CHAPTER XII
MR. BULLSOM GIVES A DINNER-PARTY
"God bless my soul!" Mr. Bullsom exclaimed. "Listen to this." Mrs.
Bullsom, in a resplendent new dress, looking shinier and fatter than
ever, was prepared to listen to anything which might relieve the tension
of the moment. For it was the evening of the dinner-party, and within
ten minutes of the appointed time. Mr. Bullsom stood under the
incandescent light and read aloud "The shooting-party at Enton yesterday
consisted of the Marquis of Arranmore, the Hon. Sydney Molyneux, Mr.
Hennibul, K.C., and Mr. Kingston Brooks. Notwithstanding the high wind
an excellent bag was obtained."
"What! Our Mr. Kingston Brooks?" Selina exclaimed.
"It's Brooks, right enough," Mr. Bullsom exclaimed. "I called at his
office yesterday, and they told me that he was out for the day. Well,
that licks me."
Mary, who was reading a magazine in a secluded corner, looked up.
"I saw Mr. Brooks in the morning," she remarked. "He told me that he
was going to Enton to dine and sleep.
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