Life is too short."
"Pelton and Webber were checking their respectability in the coat-room,
as I came up. I suppose they are in the cafe."
Peter said nothing, but turned, and the two entered that room. Peter
shook hands with three men who were there, and they all drew up round
one of the little tables. A good many men who saw that group, nudged
each other, and whispered remarks.
"A reporter from the _Sun_ is in the strangers' room. Mr. Stirling, and
asks to see you," said a servant.
"I cannot see him," said Peter, quietly. "But say to him that I may
possibly have something to tell him about eleven o'clock."
The four men at the table exchanged glances.
"I can't imagine a newspaper getting an interview out of you, Stirling,"
laughed one of them a little nervously.
Peter smiled. "Very few of us are absolutely consistent. I can't imagine
any of you, for instance, making a political mistake but perhaps you may
some day."
A pause of a curious kind came after this, which was only interrupted by
the arrival of three more men.
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