Lord Arranmore.
whose appetite had soon failed him, leaned back in his chair and watched
the people in the further room.
"This rather puts me off politics," he remarked, after a while. "I
don't like the look of the people."
"Oh, you'll get in for the select crushers," Mr. Hennibul said. "This
is a rank and file affair. You mustn't judge by appearances. But why
must you specialize? Take my advice. Don't go in specially for
politics, or society, or sport. Mix them all up. Be cosmopolitan and
commonplace."
"Upon my word, Hennibul, you are a genius," Arranmore declared, "and
yonder goes my good fairy."
He sprang up and disappeared into the further room.
"Lady Caroom," he exclaimed, bending over her shoulder. "I never
suspected it of you."
She started slightly--she was silent perhaps for the fraction of a
second. Then she looked up with a bright smile, meeting him on his own
ground.
"But of you," she cried, "it is incredible. Come at once and explain."
CHAPTER V
BROOKS ENLISTS A RECRUIT
Brooks had found a small restaurant in the heart of fashionable London,
where the appointments and decorations were French, and the waiters were
not disposed to patronize.
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