Part 34 (1/2)

”Oh, I cheated all right!” Mr. Bundercombe admitted readily.

Captain Bannister turned toward me triumphantly.

”After that confession from Mr. Bundercombe before witnesses,” he said, ”I do not imagine that our case will require very much more proof.”

I was completely nonplussed--Mr. Bundercombe's confession was so ready, his demeanor so unalterably good-tempered. I went on to ask, however, what certainly seemed to me the most important question under the circ.u.mstances.

”If you were content, Captain Bannister,” I inquired, ”to let the matter drop a few months ago, why are you here now?”

”Aha!” Mr. Bundercombe exclaimed. ”Put his finger on the crux of the whole affair straight off! Smart young fellow, my son-in-law that is to be! Now, then, Captain Bannister and Mr. Cheape, speak up like men and let us know the truth. You let me walk out of that flat, Captain Bannister, and were jolly glad to see the back of me. Why this visit with a legal adviser, and both of you with faces as long as fiddles?”

Captain Bannister ignored Mr. Bundercombe and addressed me.

”Mr. Bundercombe,” he said, ”calling himself, by the by, Mr. Parker, as an American card sharper was of no interest to us. We were simply ashamed and disgusted to think that we should have permitted such a person the entree to our society. When we discovered, however, that, instead of being a professional card sharper,” Captain Bannister continued, with emphasis, ”Mr. Bundercombe enjoys a recognized position in society, and that he is reputed to be a man of great wealth, the affair a.s.sumes an altogether different complexion.”

”Worth going for, ain't I?” Mr. Bundercombe chuckled.

”I feel sure, Mr. Walmsley,” Captain Bannister continued, ”that some portion of your sympathy, at any rate, as an English gentleman of social distinction, will be with us in this matter. The affair we were content to let drop against Mr. Parker, the adventurer, we feel it our duty to pursue against Mr. Bundercombe, the millionaire.”

”We would save time,” I remarked coldly, ”if you were to put your demands into plain words. What is it you want or expect from Mr. Bundercombe?”

”Not what you appear to think, sir,” Captain Bannister replied stiffly.

”We require from Mr. Bundercombe a written confession and his resignation from the Sidney Club.”

”The what club?” I asked dubiously.

”The Sidney Club,” Captain Bannister repeated, with dignity. ”The club in question may not be very large, but it is quite well known, and I had the misfortune to act as Mr. Bundercombe's sponsor there.”

I glanced toward my prospective father-in-law. He nodded.

”They put me up for some sort of a pothouse,” he admitted, ”and I handed over a tenner, I think it was, for my subscription. Rotten little hole somewhere near the Haymarket! I've never been in since. I'll resign, with pleasure!”

”And write a confession of your misdemeanor, sir?” Captain Bannister persisted.

Mr. Bundercombe scratched his chin.

”I'll write an account of the whole affair,” he remarked dryly.

Captain Bannister took up his hat.

”I regret,” he declared, ”that Mr. Bundercombe's att.i.tude does not encourage a continuation of this conversation. We will not detain you further, gentlemen.”

Mr. Cheape also rose. They moved toward the door.

”Much obliged to you for calling,” Mr. Bundercombe said hospitably. ”Drop in and have a little game of cards with me any afternoon you like. I am a bit out of practice, but I fancy I am still in your cla.s.s.”

Captain Bannister turned round suddenly. He replaced his hat upon the table and stood with folded arms.

”Sir,” he announced, ”I have changed my mind. You have insulted me. Five minutes ago I was prepared to treat you like a gentleman. I would have accepted your resignation from the Sidney Club and your written apology.

Now I have changed my mind. You have slandered me, both by imputation and directly.”

”How much?” Mr. Bundercombe asked cheerfully.