a fine fellow, uncle."

"Oh, you always stick up for him; you and he were always friends,"
answered Lord Chobham in a grumbling tone, but really very pleased. "I
know I'm never allowed to say a word about Rupert."

"Well, he's a fine fellow and a good friend," said Walter, and the two
disappeared into the house by a small side-door as Dunn pushed his way
through the group of tourists who looked at him with marked and severe
disapproval.

"Disgraceful," one of them said quite loudly, and another added: "I
believe he said something impudent to that gentleman. I saw him go quite
white, and look as if he were in two minds about ordering the fellow
right out of the grounds." And a third expressed the general opinion
that the culprit looked a real ruffian with all that hair on his face.
"Might be a gorilla," said the third tourist. "And look what a clumsy
sort of walk he has; perhaps he's been drinking."

But Dunn was quite indifferent to, and indeed unaware of this popular
condemnation as he made his way back to the hotel garage where he had
left their car. He seemed rather well pleased than otherwise as he
walked on.

"Quite a stroke of luck for once," he mused, and he smiled to himself,
and stroked the thick growth of his untidy beard. "It's been worth
while, for he didn't recognize me in the least, and had quite a shock,
but, all the same, I shan't be sorry to shave and see my own face
again."

He had the car out and ready when Ella and Allen came back. Allen at
once made an excuse to leave them, and went into the hotel bar to get
a drink of whisky, and when they were alone, Ella, who was looking very
troubled and thoughtful, said to Dunn,

"We saw Lord Chobham in the garden with a gentleman some one told us was
a relative of his, a Mr. Walter Dunsmore. Did you see them?"

"Yes," answered Dunn, a little surprised, and giving her a quick and
searching look from his bright, keen eyes. "I saw them. Why--"

"I think I've seen the one they said was Mr. Walter Dunsmore before,
and I can't think where," she answered, puckering her brows. "I can't
think--do you know anything about him?"

"I know he is Mr. Walter Dunsmore," answered Dunn slowly, "and I know
he is one of the family, and a great friend of Rupert Dunsmore's. Rupert
Dunsmore is Lord Chobham's nephew, you know, and heir, after his father,
to the title and estates. His father, General Dunsmore, brought him and
Walter up together like brothers, but recently W