He brought me up since I was a
small boy, and seems unnecessarily ashamed of the result. It is his
son who is the attache' in St. Petersburg that I spoke to you about."
Dorothy ceased reading for a moment.
"Metgurne, Metgurne," she said to herself. "Surely I know that name?"
She laid down the letter, pressed the electric button, and unlocked
the door. When the servant came, she said:
"Will you ask at the office if they have any biographical book of
reference relating to Great Britain, and if so, please bring it to
me."
The servant appeared shortly after with a red book which proved to be
an English "Who's Who" dated two years back. Turning the pages she
came to Metgurne.
"Metgurne, twelfth Duke of, created 1681, Herbert George Alan." Here
followed a number of other titles, the information that the son and
heir was Marquis of Thaxted, and belonged to the Diplomatic Service,
that Lord Metgurne was H. M. Secretary of State for Royal
Dependencies; finally a list of residences and clubs. She put down the
book and resumed the letter.
"I think I ought to have told you that when I reach St. Petersburg I
shall be as anxious to avoid my cousin Thaxted as I am to steer clear
of his father in London. So I sat in my club, and read the papers.
Dear me, this is evidently going to be a very long letter. I hope you
won't mind. I think perhaps you may be interested in learning how they
do things over here.
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