"Certainly not," declared his father.
"How did you make Armitage's acquaintance?" asked the Ambassador. "Some
one must have been responsible for introducing him--if you can remember."
Dick laughed.
"It was in the Monte Rosa, at Geneva. Shirley and I had been chaffing
each other about the persistence with which Armitage seemed to follow us.
He was taking _dejeuner_ at the same hour, and he passed us going out.
Old Arthur Singleton--the ubiquitous--was talking to us, and he nailed
Armitage with his customary zeal and introduced him to us in quite the
usual American fashion. Later I asked Singleton who he was and he knew
nothing about him. Then Armitage turned up on the steamer, where he made
himself most agreeable. Next, Senator Sanderson vouched for him as one of
his Montana constituents. You know the rest of the story. I swallowed him
whole; he called at our house on several occasions, and came to the post,
and I asked him to my supper for the Spanish attache."
"And now, Dick, we want you to find him and get him into a room with
ourselves, where we can ask him some questions," declared Judge
Claiborne.
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