CHAPTER XXVII
YELLOW CIGARETTES
In our pursuit of the fantastic being, about whom so many mysteries gathered, we have somewhat neglected the affairs of Sir Richard Haredale. Thanks to Mr. Belford's elusive visitor, these now ran smoothly.
In order to learn how smoothly we have only to present ourselves at a certain important social function.
"These military weddings are so romantic," gushed Mrs. Rohscheimer.
"And so beastly stuffy," added her husband, mopping his damp brow with a silk handkerchief bearing, in gold thread, the monogram "J. R."
"Doesn't Dick look real sweet?" whispered Lady Vignoles, following with admiring eyes the soldierly figure of the bridegroom, Sir Richard Haredale.
Lord Vignoles shouldered his way through the scrum about the door.
"I say, Sheila," he called to his wife, "where's Zoe?"
"She was here a minute ago," replied Julius Rohscheimer, rolling his prominent eyes about in quest of the missing one.