have been the cause of expediting the departure of Mrs. Talmage Eglinton, so quickly did she rise and begin her good-byes.
“No, really I can’t stay, dear Mrs. Sadgrove, even to have the pleasure of a chat with the General,” she prattled. “I have half a dozen other calls to pay, and you have beguiled me into staying too long already. Good-bye. Good-bye, General. Pray don’t trouble to come down.” And with a half-impudent bow of exaggerated respect to the Shermans, she swept out, with the master of the house in attendance.
General Sadgrove returned at once to the drawing-room after escorting the visitor to her carriage. He was a man who bore his years easily; singularly slow and scant of speech, but alert of eye and almost jaunty in the erectness of his bearing. He had gained his C.B. for prominent services in the suppression of Thuggee and Dacoity, and his name is still held in wholesome dread by the criminals of India whose method is violence. It had once been said of him by a high official: “Jem Sadgrove doesn’t have to worry about finding clues. He makes them for himself, and they always yield a true scent. He’s got the nose
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