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'Just a day or twoin case。'
'Where are you going to keep it？'
'In the outhouse。 Nutty never goes there； it's too near the bee…hives。'
'I suppose you don't know who the owner is？'
'Yes； I do； it must be Lady Wetherby。'
'Lady Wetherby！'
'She's a woman who dances at one of the restaurants。 I read in a Sunday paper about her monkey。 She has just taken a house near here。 I don't see who else the animal could belong to。 Monkeys are rarities on Long Island。'
Bill was silent。 'Sudden a thought came like a full…blown rose； flushing his brow。' For days he had been trying to find an excuse for calling on Lady Wetherby as a first step toward meeting Claire again。 Here it was。 There would be no need to interfere with Elizabeth's plans。 He would be vague。 He would say he had just seen the runaway； but would not add where。 He would create an atmosphere of helpful sympathy。 Perhaps； later on； Elizabeth would let him take the monkey back。
'What are you thinking about？' asked Elizabeth。
'Oh； nothing；' said Bill。
'Perhaps we had better stow away our visitor for the night。'
'Yes。'
Elizabeth got up。
'Poor； dear Nutty may be ing back at any moment now；' she said。
But poor； dear Nutty did not return for a full two hours。 When he did he was dusty and tired； but almost cheerful。
'I didn't see the brute once all the time I was out；' he told Elizabeth。 'Not once！'
Elizabeth kissed him fondly and offered to heat water for a bath； but Nutty said he would take it cold。 From now on； he vowed； nothing but cold baths。 He conveyed the impression of being a blend of repentant sinner and hardy Norseman。 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 outto…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。 She had e to Long Island to vegetate； and with all this going on round her vegetation was impossible。 She was not long alone。 Wrench entered。
'A gentleman to see you； m'lady。'
In the good old days； when she had been plain Polly Davis； of the personnel of the chorus of various musical edies； Lady Wetherby would have suggested a short way of disposing of this untimely visitor； but she had a position to keep up now。
'From some darned paper？' she asked； wearily。
'No； m'lady。 I fancy he is not connected with the Press。'
There was something in Wrench's manner that perplexed Lady Wetherby； something almost human； as if Wrench were on the point of ing alive。 She did not guess it； but the explanation was that Bill； quite unwittingly； had impressed Wrench。 There was that about Bill that reminded the butler of London and dignified receptions at the house of the Dowager Duchess of Waveney。 It was deep calling unto deep。
'Where is he？'
'I have shown him into the drawing…room； m'lady。'
Lady Wetherby went downstairs and found a large young man awaiting her； looking nervous。
Bill was feeling nervous。 A sense of the ridiculousness of his mission had e upon him。 After all； he asked himself； what on earth had he got to say？ A presentiment had e upon him that he was about to look a perfect ass。 At the sight of Lady Wetherby his nervousness began to diminish。 Lady Wetherby was not a formidable person。 In spite of her momentary peevishness； she brought with her an atmosphere of geniality and camaraderie。
'It's about your monkey；' he said； ing to the point at once。
Lady Wetherby brightened。
'Oh！ Have you seen it？'
He was glad that she put it like that。
'Yes。 It came round our way last night。'
'Where is that？'
'I am staying at a farm near here； a place they call Flack's。 The monkey got into one of the rooms。'
'Yes？'
'And thenerthen it got out again； don't you know。'
Lady Wetherby looked disappointed。
'So it may be anywhere now？' she said。
In the interests of truth； Bill thought it best to leave this question unanswered。
'Well； it's very good of you to have bothered to e out and tell me；' said Lady Wetherby。 'It gives us a clue； at any rate。 Thank you。 At least； we know now in which direction it went。'
There was a pause。 Bill gathered that the other was looking on the interview as terminated； and that she was expecting him to go； and he had not begun to say what he wanted to say。 He tried to think of a way of introducing the subject of Claire that should not seem too abrupt。
'Er' he said。
'Well？' said Lady Wetherby； simultaneously。
'I beg your pardon。'
'You have the floor；' said Lady Wetherby。 'Shoot！'
It was not what she had intended to say。 For months she had been trying to get out of the habit of saying that sort of thing； but she still suffered relapses。 Only the other day she had told Wrench to check some domestic problem or other with his hat； and he had nearly given notice。 But if she had been intending to put Bill at his ease she could not have said anything better。
'You have a Miss Fenwick staying with you； haven't you？' he said。
Lady Wetherby beamed。
'Do you know Claire？'
'Yes； rather！'
'She's my best friend。 We used to be in the same pany when I was in England。'
'So she has told me。'
'She was my bridesmaid when I married Lord Wetherby。'
'Yes。'
Lady Wetherby was feeling perfectly happy now； and when Lady Wetherby felt happy she always became garrulous。 She was one of those people who are incapable of looking on anybody as a stranger after five minutes' acquaintance。 Already she had begun to regard Bill as an old friend。
'Those were great days；' she said； cheerfully。 'None of us had a bean； and Algie was the hardest up of the whole bunch。 After we were married we went to the Savoy for the wedding…breakfast； and when it was over and the waiter came with the check； Algie said he was sorry； but he had had a bad week at Lincoln and hadn't the price on him。 He tried to touch me； but I passed。 Then he had a go at the best man； but the best man had nothing in the world but one suit of clothes and a spare collar。 Claire was broke； too； so the end of it was that the best man had to sneak out and pawn my watc