The Affair of the Mutilated Mink by James Anderson Read Free Book Online

of what she said about Lady Geraldine. Do you suppose she's insane, or something? Dabbles in black magic? Takes drugs?'
    'I would guess nothing so dramatic. Probably she's just a maneater - one of those depraved young women one reads about, around whom no male is safe.'
    'I see.' Gilbert nodded slowly. 'Yes. That's quite possible.' He unconsciously raised a hand and patted his hair. 'I wonder if you're right. It'll be interesting to find out, won't it?'
    Maude Fry sniffed.

Chapter Five
    Arlington Gilbert and Maude Fry arrived at the house fifteen minutes later. Merryweather conducted them to the morning room. But before he could announce them, Gilbert marched past him into the room. Rather more slowly, Maude Fry followed him.
    Just inside the door, Gilbert paused and stared round appraisingly. 'Yes,' he said with a decisive nod, 'this would be ideal for the proposal scene. Though all this Regency stuff will have to go. Make a note, Miss Fry.'
    'Yes, Mr Gilbert.' Maude Fry took a pair of blue-tinted spectacles from her bag, put them on, got out a notebook, wrote in it, then put both glasses and book away.
    Meanwhile, the Earl, seeing his wife begin to swell visibly, hurriedly stepped forward, holding out his hand. 'Ah, Arlington, how are you?'
    Gilbert's eyebrows rose slightly. 'Tolerably well, thank you, er, George. Nice place you have here.'
    It was Lord Burford's turn to look decidedly surprised. 'Oh, thanks. Let me introduce you.'
    'Don't bother, George. I'll soon find out who everybody is. Jupiter's teeth, though, I could do with some coffee! I'll help myself.' He strode across to where the coffee things were laid out.
    The Earl rejoined Rex Ransom and Haggermeir, while Lady Burford, taking sudden pity on the rather lost-looking Maude Fry, went across and spoke to her.
    Lord Burford lowered his voice. 'Strange feller, that,' he murmured to Rex. 'Called me by my first name.'
    Rex said, 'Well, actually, you did call him by his first name.'
    'I didn't. I called him Arlington.'
    'That's right. Arlington Gilbert's his name.'
    The Earl snapped his fingers in irritation. 'I keep thinking it's Gilbert Arlington. Dash it, it ought to be! Oh, drat - suppose I've got to keep it up now. It'll seem as if we're bosom friends.' He turned to Haggermeir. 'Do you know him well?'
    'Not at all. But I made some inquiries after he called. He's quite well-known as a solid all-around writer. Had a couple of successful plays in the West End some years back and wrote quite a few film scripts. Hasn't done anything recently. Said to have made enough to live on and is working on a big epic novel.'
    'And you'll be using him on The King's Man ?'
    'Looks like I may have no choice,' Haggermeir said grimly.
    'I see. Still, I suppose if he can provide Mr Ransom with a good script we'll have to put up with him.'
    'Surely,' Rex said, 'if you call him Arlington, you're going to call me Rex, aren't you?'
    Lord Burford's face lit up. 'Really? May I? Oh, I say. I'm, er, George.'
    Rex bowed. 'Glad to know you, George.'
     
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    By the time Gerry and Hugh arrived at Alderley the little party in the morning room had broken up, the guests having mostly retired to their rooms to unpack. Hugh went straight to his room and Gerry sought out her father.
    'Did Gilbert arrive?' she asked.
    'Arlington? 'Fraid so. Why?'
    'Did he ask about me?'
    'Yes, wanted to know when he'd be meeting you. Why?'
    'What did you say?'
    'Probably for drinks before lunch. Why?'
    'Good. Mummy won't be there then, will she?'
    'Doubt it. Why?'
    'You'll see.'
    'Look, what are you up to?'
    'Never mind. Just don't be surprised at anything about me.'
    'Ever thought of trying to make it in pictures?' Rex asked.
    Paul laughed. 'Good heavens, no.'
    'Why not think about it? You've got the looks and the physique.'
    'For one thing, I can't act for toffee.'
    'Don't let that stop you. It didn't stop me.'
    'Oh, no false modesty, my dear chap,' Lord Burford said. 'You know you're one of the world's great