Before he went to
bed he approached Bill on the subject of Indian clubs.
'I want to get myself into shape, old top,' he said.
'Yes?'
'I've got to cut it out--to-night I thought I saw a monkey.'
'Really?'
'As plain as I see you now.' Nutty gave the clubs a tentative
swing. 'What do you do with these darned things? Swing them about
and all that? All right, I see the idea. Good night.'
But Bill did not pass a good night. He lay awake long, thinking
over his plans for the morrow.
15
Lady Wetherby was feeling battered. She had not realized how
seriously Roscoe Sherriff took the art of publicity, nor what
would be the result of the half-hour he had spent at the telephone
on the night of the departure of Eustace.
Roscoe Sherriff's eloquence had fired the imagination of editors.
There had been a notable lack of interesting happenings this
summer. Nobody seemed to be striking or murdering or having
violent accidents. The universe was torpid. In these circumstances,
the escape of Eustace seemed to present possibilities. Reporters
had been sent down. There were three of them living in the house
now, and Wrench's air of disapproval was deepening every hour.
It was their strenuousness which had given Lady Wetherby that
battered feeling. There was strenuousness in the air, and she
resented it on her vacation.
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