Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...for the shooters. You'll look in on me in the drawing-room before you start, won't you, Dick?" The ladies withdrew, and Lapski, who had been waiting for his opportunity, nodded unobserved to Sir Richard, in the direction of the garden. He joined him there in a few minutes and the pair strolled out of sight of the house. "Smiler, old man," cried the baronet, clapping his friend on the back, "you are a great man! I shouldn't have believed any one could have done so splendidly. That wig of yours is perfect, and you simply give me the creeps to look at. I tell you you've absolutely put the wind up Uncle Bob and Peter! They're scared to death of your finding them out: by the way, did you know that's Peter and not Paul? They seem to have got mixed somehow: I haven't had time to find out how. And Mary too! She wrote me a letter to say you half frightened her out of her wits. You must have had a magnificent evening. Svengali's not in it with you: you ought to stick to this line, old chap--it suits you down to the ground!" But Sir Richard's eulogies woke no answering response in England's countenance. "It's all very well," he growled, "the better one does this sort of job the more infernal idiot one looks. It's all very well for you, Dick, but how'd you like Miss Branson to see you dressed up as a German Jew or Charlie Chaplin or Jack Johnson, and have every one saying they'd never know you apart?" He snorted angrily. "Oh well," Sir Richard began, "of course there are limits, and if you had the good taste to be in love with Miss Branson things would be a bit different." England snorted again: his perturbation was so obvious that Dick's perceptions were aroused. He cast a quick glance...
