"
Mr. Dipper gave a doubtful jerk of the head. "It is very mysterious all
the same."
Kelson laughed as he went off with his friend.
"I'm afraid I can't get up much interest in the doings of the
objectionable Henshaw," he remarked lightly as they started off. "Such
men as he know what they are about, and are not too punctilious with
regard to other people's inconvenience."
"No," Gifford responded quietly. "All the same, his non-appearance is a
little mysterious."
Kelson blew away the suggestion of mystery in a short,
contemptuous laugh.
"Oh, he is probably up to some devilry with some fool of a girl," he
said in an offhand tone. "I know the type of man. They have a keen scent
for impressionable women, of whom a fellow of that sort has always
half-a-dozen in tow. No doubt that is what he came down here for--a
tender adventure. That's the only kind of hunting he is keen on, take my
word for it."
"I quite agree with you there," Gifford answered with conviction, and the
subject dropped.
When they returned for luncheon they found that nothing had been heard of
the _Golden Lion's_ missing guest.
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