The Hunt Ball Mystery by William Magnay
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of inquiring how long he had engaged his room for. One night."
"Good. Then we shan't be under the ungracious necessity of shaking him off. I can't tell you how sick I am, Harry, at the loss of my things." "No more than I am, my dear fellow. If only a suit of mine would fit you. But that's hopeless." They both laughed ruefully at the idea, for Captain Kelson looked nearly twice the size of his friend. "We'll hope they'll arrive in time for you to see something of the fun at any rate," Kelson said. "I'm in no hurry; I'll wait with you." "You will do nothing of the sort, Harry," Gifford protested. "Do you think I can't amuse myself for an hour or two alone? You'll go off at the proper time. Absurd to wait till every decent girl's card is full." "I don't like it, Hugh." "Nor do I. But it is practically my fault in not looking sharper after my luggage, and better one should suffer than two." So it was arranged that Captain Kelson should go on alone and his guest should follow as soon as his clothes turned up and he could change into them. That settled, they sat down to dinner. "Tell me about the Morristons, Harry," Gifford said. "He is a very good |
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