"
"Why?"
"Well he seems to have money to burn, and I don't understand why such a
fellow did not take passage on a regular liner."
"As far as that goes," smiled Merry, "I presume some people might think
it rather singular that we did not cross the pond in a regular liner;
but then they might suppose it was a case of economy with us."
While they were talking there came a rap on their door which Frank threw
open.
Just outside stood a young man with a flushed face and distressed
appearance. He was dressed in a plaid suit, and wore a red four-in-hand
necktie, in which blazed a huge diamond. There were two large solitaire
rings on his left hand, and he wore a heavy gold chain strung across his
vest.
"Beg your pardon, dear boys," he drawled. "Hope I'm not intruding."
Then he walked in and closed the door.
"My name's Bloodgood," he said--"Raymond Bloodgood. I've seen you
fellows together, and you seem like a jolly lot. Heard you singing, you
know. Great voices--good singing."
Then he stopped speaking, and they stared at him, wondering what he was
driving at. For a moment there was an awkward pause, and then Bloodgood
went on:
"I was up pretty late last night, you know. Had a little game in the
smoking-room. Plenty of booze, and all that, and I'm awfully rocky
to-day. Got a splitting headache. Didn't know but some of you had a
bromo seltzer, or something of the sort.
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