A Master of Deception. Marsh Richard

a daughter he had never guessed. Even in the midst of his surprise he reproached himself for his stupidity that such an important point should have escaped him! As he regarded the girl in front of him he perceived that she was her father's child.

      She was about his height, he being short and fat. One day, if appearances were not misleading, she also would be plump. Already she had something of her father's rubicund countenance; her cheeks were red, even a trifle blotchy. She had dark hair and eyes, both her mouth and nose were a little too big. Yet he did not find her disagreeable to look at. On the contrary, there was something about her which appealed to him, just as he was conscious that there was something about him which appealed to her. Where a girl was concerned it was strange how some subtle instinct told him these things. He was moved to audacity.

      "If you're my cousin, oughtn't I to kiss you?"

      Her eyes lit up. Her lips parted, showing her beautiful teeth; if they were a little large, they were very white and even.

      "As I've had no experience of cousins, how can I say?"

      "I shouldn't like you to feel that I'm beginning by evading what, for aught either of us can tell, might be my duty."

      Stooping, he kissed her on the mouth. Though it was little more than a butterfly's kiss, her lips seemed to meet his with a gentle pressure which he found agreeable.

      "You are a cousin!" she exclaimed.

      "I'm glad you are," he replied.

      "Didn't you really know you had a cousin?" He shook his head. "Nor I; isn't it queer? I only found it out the other day by the merest accident; in some respects dad is the most secretive person. I've been abroad for the last five years. How old do you think I am?"

      There was a frankness, a friendliness about this cousin which amused him. In that sense she could not have been more unlike her sire.

      "Twenty-two."

      "I'm twenty-five-isn't it awful? How old are you?"

      "I regret to say that I am only twenty-three. I'm afraid you'll regard me as only a kid."

      "Shall I? I don't think I shall. You don't look as if you were 'only a kid.' I've been what papa calls 'finishing my education.' Fancy! at my time of life! If my mother had been living I shouldn't have stood it; but, as you know, she died when I was only a tiny tot; and I knew dad-so I lay, comparatively, low. I've been living here and there and everywhere with the queerest duennas, though they really have been dears; and now and then I have had a good time, though I've had some frightfully dull ones. But at last I have struck. You know we've got a house in Russell Square?" Again he shook his head. "What do you know?"

      "So far as you are concerned-nothing. I know that I'm clerk to my uncle, and that's all."

      "Well, we have got a house in Russell Square. It's been shut up all these years-papa's been living in rooms. But I've made him refurbish it, and he's made it really nice-when he does undertake to do a thing he does it well-and I'm installed in it as mistress. Of course, I know Russell Square's out of the way, but they are good houses, and, if I can only manage dad, I'm going to have a real good time."

      "Did he tell you about me?"

      "Not he. Don't I tell you that I only discovered your existence by the merest accident? Do you remember a boy named Henderson who was at school with you?"

      "Alfred Henderson-very well; we moved together from form to form."

      "I know his sister Cissie; we were at school together, years ago, and she knows you. She told me the other day that you were in your uncle's office in St. Paul's Churchyard, and that his name was Graham Patterson, and was he any relation of mine. I nearly had a fit. When dad came home I bombarded him with questions- What have you done to offend him?"

      "Nothing of which I'm conscious. Ever since I've been in the office I've been aware that he dislikes me, though I assure you that I've done my best to please him and give him no cause of complaint."

      "Well, he does not like you, and that's a fact. He as good as forbade me to make your acquaintance; but, as he wouldn't give any reasons, I decided to find out for myself what sort of person you were, and-then be guided by circumstances. The truth is, I've had enough of obeying dad, and that's another fact. If I'm not careful I shall end my days in a convent, and the conventual life has not the slightest attraction for me. I've got a will of my own, and when a girl is twenty-five it's about time that she should let such a very unreasonable parent as mine seems to be know it. I'm sure Cissie Henderson is a girl who knows what she is talking about, and as she said all sorts of nice things about you, and nothing else but nice things, I made up my mind that, since I had a cousin, I'd find out for myself what kind of cousin my cousin was. There is dad. Now you see how I manage him."

      A heavy step and a loud voice were heard without; then the door was thrown back upon its hinges.

      "Gladys! What does this mean?"

      "I've come to see my cousin, dad, as I told you I should do."

      "Come into my room."

      "Directly, dad. I want Rodney to come and dine with us to-night."

      Her father perceptibly winced at his daughter's use of the Christian name.

      "To-night? Impossible! I'm engaged."

      "Are you? Then in that case he can come and keep me company while you are out. We ought to have heaps of things to say to each other. Do you mind?"

      The question was put to Elmore. Mr. Patterson glared.

      "Gladys, I want you to come with me to the theatre to-night."

      "My dear dad, this is the first time I've heard of it-and, if you don't mind, I'd much rather not. One can go to the theatre any night, but one can't discover that one has a cousin, and meet him for the first time, every day. I'd much rather Rodney would come to dine. Won't you?"

      Again the question was put to Elmore.

      "I'd be very glad to come-with Mr. Patterson's permission."

      "You hear, dad? He'll come, with your permission. Nothing would please you more than that he should come, would it?"

      The father looked into the daughter's eyes, seeming to see something in them which kept him from uttering words which were at the tip of his tongue. He spoke gruffly.

      "Perhaps he has an engagement."

      "Have you?"

      "Not any."

      "And if you had, you'd throw it over to dine with us, wouldn't you?"

      "I certainly would."

      "You see, papa, what a compliment he pays you. Come, since it seems that he doesn't regard my invitation as sufficient, will you please ask him to dine with us to-night?"

      Again the father eyed his daughter. The observant youth, as he glanced from one to the other, was struck by the unmistakable evidence that this young woman was her father's child. He did not doubt that she had more than a touch of the paternal temper. He saw that Mr. Patterson, fearful of an exhibition of it then and there, as the lesser of two evils, yielded, not gracefully.

      "He can come if he likes."

      "Thank you, papa. You haven't a very pretty way-has he? – but as my invitation couldn't possibly be warmer, I'm sure you'll regard dad's endorsement as more than sufficient. So you will come?"

      "I shall be only too delighted."

      "Now, then, Gladys, come to my room. I want to speak to you."

      "Coming, dad. Remember, Rodney, our address is 90, Russell Square, and we dine at eight; but if you come any time after half-past seven you'll find me ready. You can't think how dad and I will look forward to your coming."

      CHAPTER III

      RODNEY ELMORE THE FIRST

      That was a curious dinner party. Elmore quite expected that when he had rid himself of his daughter his uncle would come and tell him that he was not to regard the invitation as having been seriously intended, and that he was not to present himself in Russell Square. But nothing of the sort occurred. He saw and heard no more of Mr. Patterson