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MacGrath, Harold, 1871-1932

"The Voice in the Fog"


"Well, wouldn't that get your goat!" exploded Haggerty. "That lets me
out. You'll have to get a clairyvoint."
The prince suggested that he be given another suite. His servants
would remove his belongings. He promised that nothing else should be
touched.
"How long'll it take you?"
"An hour."
"All right," assented Haggerty. "Who's got th' suite across th' hall?"
he asked of the manager, as they left the prince.
"Lord Monckton. He and his valet left this morning for Bar Harbor.
Back Tuesday. A house-party of Fifth Avenue people."
"Uhuh." Haggerty tugged at his mustache. "I might look around in
there while I'm waiting for his Majesty t' change. Did y'ever hear th'
likes? Bug-house."
"But he pays a hundred the day, Haggerty. I'll let you privately into
Lord Monckton's suite. But you'll waste your time."
"Sure he left this morning?"
"I'll phone the office and make sure. . . . Lord Monckton left shortly
after midnight. His man followed early this morning. Lord Monckton
went by his host's yacht. But the man followed by rail.


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