"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Edith, her eyes dancing.

"Then, what are you doing here with a man who isn"t your husband?"

demanded Mrs. Rodney, suddenly aflame.

"I can explain everything to you later on, Mrs. Rodney," interposed Mrs.

Odell-Carney calmly. She had divined at least a portion of the truth, and she was clever enough to put herself on the right side. Edith cast an involuntary look of surprise at the Englishwoman. "I have known everything from the first. Mrs. Medcroft and I are closer friends than you may have thought." She gave Edith a meaning look, and a moment later was whispering to her in a private corner of the private office: "My dear, I don"t know what it means, but you must tell me everything as soon as possible. I am your friend. Whatever it all is, it"s ripping!"

There was a great deal of pow-wowing and chatter, charges and refutations, excuses and explanations. Mr. Medcroft finally waved every one aside in the most _degage_ manner imaginable.

"Don"t crowd me! Hang it all, I"m not a curiosity. There isn"t anything to go crazy about. My friend, Mr. Brock, has just done me a trifling favour. That"s all. The whole story will be in the London papers this morning. Buy "em. I"m going up to my wife"s room to see my baby. I"ll come down and explain everything when I"ve had a bit of a breathing spell. It"s annoying to have had this fuss about a simple little matter of generosity on the part of my friend, who, I"ve no doubt, has been a most exemplary husband. I"ll see to it, by Gad, that he receives the proper apologies. And, for that matter, my wife may have something to say about the outrage that has been perpetrated."

He took it all very much as if the world owed him an explanation and not _vice versa_. As he was stalking from the room, Brock bethought himself to ask,--

"When did you arrive, old man?"

"Last night on the 12.10. I registered as Smith. It was so late that I decided not to disturb Edith. They said in the office that you"d gone to bed, Brock. Now that I recall it, they said it in a very odd way too.

In fact, one of the clerks asked if I had it in for you too."

"You were here all night?" murmured Constance in plaintive misery.

"Well, not precisely all night, Connie. Half of it," replied Roxbury.

"Brock, you a.s.s, I telegraphed you I was coming and asked you to meet me at the station. I telegraphed twice from London and--"

"Don"t call me an a.s.s," grated Brock. "Why didn"t you send "em to me as Medcroft? I haven"t been Brock until this very morning."

""Pon my soul, Brock, it was rather stupid of me," he confessed sheepishly. "But, you see," with an inspired smile, "one of "em was to congratulate you on winning Connie. By Jove, you know, I _couldn"t_ very well address that one to myself."

"But--but he hadn"t won me," stammered Constance Fowler.

"Edith," said Roxbury, deep reproach in his voice, "you wrote me that a week ago!" Edith merely squeezed his arm.

Odell-Carney came forward and extended his hand. "Permit me to introduce myself, sir. I am George Odell-Carney. It has given me great pleasure to serve you without knowing you. In my catalogue of personalities you have posed intermittently as a demmed bounder, a deceived husband, a betrayed lover, a successful lover, and a lot of other things I can"t just now recall. Acting on the presumption that you might have been a friend in distress, I worked hard in your interest. Now I discover, to my gratification, you are a perfect stranger whom I am proud to meet.

Permit me to offer my warmest felicitations and to a.s.sure you that Mr.

Brock will make a splendid brother-in-law." He hesitated a moment and then went on: "So _you_ are the chap that really put in those c"nfended memorial windows. "Pon me word, sir, they are the rottenest--"

"Carney!" came the sharp reminder from his wife.

"I should have said," revised Mr. Odell-Carney, "you are the chap who played the deuce with the building grafters in the County Council.

Remarkable!"

"Yes," said Roxbury, striving to grasp something of the situation as it appeared to the other. "We beat them. The bill is lost. It will never go to the Council. The sub-committee will not recommend it. Thanks, Brock, old man; you have saved London a good many millions, I daresay. It was you who did it, after all."

Before noon the hotel was agog with the full details of the remarkable story. Cabled despatches in the newspapers gave the gist of the clever trick played by the Medcrofts, and the whole of England was to ring with the stories of Mrs. Medcroft"s pluck and devotion. Everybody was buying the papers and staring with admiration at Mrs. Medcroft.

The management of the Tirol implored the Medcrofts to remain--forever!

The bank and the police were profuse in apologies and explanations, and Mr. Githens departed by the first train.

Freddie Ulstervelt, killing two birds with one stone, arranged a splendid dinner for that night in honour of the prodigal husband of Edith and also in open compliment to the vivacious Mademoiselle Le Brun.

Later in the day, it occurred to him that he might just as well kill three birds as two, so he planned to announce the betrothal of Miss Fowler and Mr. Brock, the wedding to take place a fortnight hence in Mayfair. The Rodneys were invited to "stop over" for the spread. It is left for the reader to supply the answer to this simple question,--

Did they stop over?

OTHER BOOKS BY MR. McCUTCHEON

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CASTLE CRANEYCROW

BREWSTER"S MILLIONS

JANE CABLE

COWARDICE COURT

THE DAUGHTER OF ANDERSON CROW

THE FLYERS

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