THE SECRETARY Mr. Sabin, who had parted with Wolfenden with evident relief, leaned back in the cab and looked at his watch. "That young man," he remarked, "has wasted ten minutes of my time. He will probably have to pay for it some day." "By the bye," the girl asked, "who is he?" "His name is Wolfenden--Lord Wolfenden." "So I gathered; and who is Lord Wolfenden?" "The only son of Admiral the Earl of Deringham. I don't know anything more than that about him myself." "Admiral Deringham," the girl repeated, thoughtful…
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