If Phyllis was not proven Gretchen's twin sister, I
should care but little for the Prince's bullet. On the other
hand--Well, I should trust to luck. Before I was aware of my
destination, I stood fumbling the key in the door of my apartment. I
wanted my pipe. At eleven by the clock, Pembroke came in.
"Hang your apologies!" he said.
CHAPTER XVIII
"Phyllis," said I, "do you remember the day we first met?"
We were in the morning room of the Wentworth mansion at B----.
Phyllis, Pembroke and I sat before the warm grate, while Mrs. Wentworth
and Ethel stood by one of the windows, comparing some shades of ribbon.
My presence at B---- was due to a wire I had sent to New York, which
informed headquarters that I was on the track of a great sensation.
The return wire had said, "Keep on it."
"When first we met?" echoed Phyllis. "Why, it was at Block Island."
"Oh," said I, "I do not refer to the time when you had shouldered the
responsibilities of a society bud. I mean the time when the
introduction was most informal. You were at the time selling lemonade
without license and with very little lemon.
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