He's a
brother-in-law of Count von Stroebel, who was murdered so horribly in a
railway carriage a few weeks ago."
"Ah, to be sure! I haven't seen the Baron in years. He has changed
little."
"Then you knew him,--in the old country?"
"Yes; I used to see him--when I was a boy," remarked Armitage.
Mrs. Sanderson glanced at Armitage sharply. She had dined at his ranch
house in Montana and knew that he lived like a gentleman,--that his
house, its appointments and service were unusual for a western ranchman.
And she recalled, too, that she and her husband had often speculated as
to Armitage's antecedents and history, without arriving at any conclusion
in regard to him.
The room had slowly filled and they strolled about, dividing attention
between distinguished personages and the not less celebrated works of
art.
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Armitage, there's the girl I have chosen for you to
marry. I suppose it would be just as well for you to meet her now, though
that dark little foreigner seems to be monopolizing her."
"I am wholly agreeable," laughed Armitage. "The sooner the better, and be
done with it.
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