I know now, his name's Lord Dawlish.'
Nutty's fatigue fell from him like a garment.
'It can't be!'
'It is.'
Miss Leonard's eyes had closed and she spoke in a muffled voice.
'Are you sure?'
'Mm-mm.'
'By gad!'
Nutty was wide awake now and full of inquiries; but his companion
unfortunately was asleep, and he could not put them to her. A
gentleman cannot prod a lady--and his guest, at that--in the ribs
in order to wake her up and ask her questions. Nutty sat back and
gave himself up to feverish thought.
He could think of no reason why Lord Dawlish should have come to
America calling himself William Chalmers, but that was no reason
why he should not have done so. And Daisy Leonard, who all along
had remembered meeting him in London, had identified him.
Nutty was convinced. Arriving finally at Miss Leonard's hotel, he
woke her up and saw her in at the door; then, telling the man to
drive to the lodgings of his new friend, he urged his mind to
rapid thought. He had decided as a first step in the following up
of this matter to invite Bill down to Elizabeth's farm, and the
thought occurred to him that this had better be done to-night, for
he knew by experience that on the morning after these little
jaunts he was seldom in the mood to seek people out and invite
them to go anywhere.
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