"Excellent. If all this
be true," he added, muddling an Americanism, "we have then, of the
horse another color!"
"Later," said Philip, "when Miss Westfall returns to her house on
wheels, I imagine he too will take to the road again--and resume his
charming erotics."
"That," said the Baron with decision, "is most undesirable."
"I agree with you!" said Philip feelingly.
"I too have promised to be a guest at Miss Sherrill's _fete de nuit_!"
purred the Baron suavely. "And you, Poynter?"
"Unfortunately Miss Sherrill knows absolutely nothing of my
whereabouts."
"Sherrill days ago entrusted me with a cordial invitation for you. He
was unaware of our disagreement and expected you to accompany me. As
my official secretary, Poynter, for, let us say the month of January,
it is possible for me to command your attendance at Palm Beach."
"Excellency," said Philip slowly, "singular as it may seem in my
present free lance state, I am greatly desirous of hearing such a
command."
"Poynter," boomed the Baron formally, "in January I shall be
overweighted with diplomatic duties at Palm Beach. I regret
exceedingly that I am forced to command your attendance. This
frivoling about must cease." He shook suddenly with silent laughter.
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