The place felt comfortable, rather like an old slipper. It would make a fine base of operations as he set about locating the elusive Miss Foster. With her height, her remarkable looks, and her American accent, she should stand out wherever she went. He only needed to talk to the right people to bring her to ground. He sifted through the various invitations. They’d started as a trickle, but more accumulated every day now that word had gone ‘round that he’d returned. Balls, the opera…the usual fare. He’d worked his way through much of it when a rap came at the door. “Enter,” he called. Russell stood on the threshold with a salver in his hand. A lone calling card sat in the center. He brought it to Derrington. He hadn’t expected anyone, but this visit was more than welcome. “Send him in.” In a few seconds, Gabriel Hammond, Viscount Blandings burst into the room with his usual enthusiasm. “Derry, you old bastard. You should have told me you’d returned.” Derrington rose and went to his school chum, his hand extended.
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