g-tube.
"Pull up, Fraser," he directed.
The chauffeur stopped the car and Sir Lucien alighted, glancing at the
clock inside as he did so, and smiling at his own quixotic behavior.
He entered an imposing doorway and rang one of the bells. There was an
interval of two minutes or so, when the door opened and a man looked
out.
"Is that you, Willis?" asked Pyne.
"Oh, I beg pardon, Sir Lucien. I didn't know you in the dark."
"Has Mr. Gray retired yet?"
"Not yet. Will you please follow me, Sir Lucien. The stairway lights are
off."
A few moments later Sir Lucien was shown into the apartment of Gray's
which oddly combined the atmosphere of a gymnasium with that of a
study. Gray, wearing a dressing-gown and having a pipe in his mouth,
was standing up to receive his visitor, his face rather pale and the
expression of his lips at variance with that in his eyes. But:
"Hello, Pyne," he said quietly. "Anything wrong--or have you just looked
in for a smoke?"
Sir Lucien smiled a trifle sadly.
"I wanted a chat, Gray," he replied. "I'm leaving town tomorrow, or I
should not have intruded at such an unearthly hour."
"No intrusion," muttered Gray; "try the armchair, no, the big one. It's
more comfortable." He raised his voice: "Willis, bring some fluid!"
Sir Lucien sat down, and from the pocket of his dinner jacket took out a
plain brown packet of cigarettes and selected one.
"Here," said Gray, "have a cigar!"
"No, thanks," replied Pyne. "I rarely smoke anything but these."
"Never seen that kind of packet before," declared Gray. "What brand are
they?"
"No particular brand. They are imported from Buenos Ayres, I believe."
Willis having brought in a tray of refreshments and departed again, Sir
Lucien came at once to the point.
"I really called, Gray," he said, "to clear up any misunderstanding
there may be in regard to Rita Irvin."
Quentin Gray looked up suddenly when he heard Rita's name, and:
"What misunderstanding?" he asked.
"Regarding the nature of my friendship with her," answered Sir Lucien
coolly. "Now, I am going to speak quite bluntly, Gray, because I like
Rita and I respect her. I also like and respect Monte Irvin; and I don't
want you, or anybody else, to think that Rita and I are, or ever have
been, anything more than pals. I have known her long enough to have
learned that she sails straight, and has always sailed straight.
Now--listen, Gray, please. You embarrassed me tonight, old
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