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And there was a quaint story about some previous attachment of Mrs.
Eyre's: that might have some bearing." "I'm to ask her brother about
that, too?" "We want the story," answered Mallory, almost petulantly. On
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his unsavory task. Some one had to do this kind of thing, so long as the
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But he felt that it ought to be some one other than himself--and, at
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illogical attitude. A surprisingly good auto was found in the town of
his destination, to speed him to the stone gateway of The Retreat. The
guardian, always on duty there, passed him with a civil word, and a
sober-liveried flunkey at the clubhouse door, after a swift, unobtrusive
consideration of his clothes and bearing, took him readily for granted,
and said that Mr. Densmore would be just about going on the polo field
for practice. Did the gentleman know his way to the field? Seeing the
flag on the stable, Banneker nodded, and walked over. A groom pointed
out a spare, powerful looking young man with a pink face, startlingly
defined by a straight black mustache and straighter black eyebrows,
mounting a light-built roan, a few rods away. Banneker accosted him.
"Yes, my name is Densmore," he answered the visitor's accost. "I'm a
reporter from The Ledger," explained Banneker. "A reporter?" Mr.
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the visitor in an expressionless tone. "It doesn't matter," said the
other, "since you're here. What is it; the international challenge?" "A
rumor has come to us--There's a tip come in at the office--We understood
that there is--" Banneker pulled himself together and put the direct
question. "Is Mrs. Delavan Eyre bringing a divorce suit against her
husband?" For a time there was a measured silence. Mr. Densmore's heavy
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how you ought to be answered." Yes; Banneker realized, with a sick
realization. But he was not going to admit it. He kept silence. "If this
polo mallet were a whip, now," observed Mr. Densmore meditatively. "A
dog-whip, for preference." Under the shameful threat Banneker's eyes
lightened. Here at least was something he could face like a man. His
undermining nausea mitigated. "What then?" he inquired in tones as level
as those of his opponent. "Why, then I'd put a mark on you. A
reporter's mark." "I think not." "Oh; you think not?" The horseman
studied him negligently. Trained to the fineness of steel in the school
of gymnasium, field, and tennis court, he failed to recognize in the man
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Densmore smiled. "You!" he said contemptuously. "Kill, eh? Did you ever
kill any one?" "Yes." Under their jet brows Densmore's eyes took on a
peculiar look of intensity. "A Ledger reporter," he murmured. "See here!
Is your name Banneker, by any chance?" "Yes." "You're the man who
cleared out the wharf-gang." "Yes." Densmore had been born and brought
up in a cult to which courage is the basic, inclusive virtue for
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not only shown an iron nerve, but afterward, in the investigation, which
Densmore had followed, he had borne himself with the modesty,
discretion, and good taste of the instinctive gentleman. The poloist was
almost pathetically at a loss. When he spoke again his whole tone and
manner had undergone a vital transformation.
