Edward Phillips Oppenheim

The Vanished Messenger Edward Phillips Oppenheim

Book Excerpt: ...ked missing the train. I am due at The Hague to-morrow."Mr. John P. Dunster moved his position a little. The light from a rain-splashed gas lamp shone now full upon the face of his suppliant: a boy's face, which would have been pleasant and even handsome but for the discontented mouth, the lowering forehead, and a shadow in the eyes, as though, boy though he certainly was in years, he had already, at some time or another, looked upon the serious things of life. His nervousness, too, was almost grotesque. He had the air of disliking immensely this asking a favour from a stranger. Mr. Dunster appreciated all these things, but there were reasons which made him slow in granting the young man's request."What is the nature of your pressing business at The Hague?" he asked. The youth hesitated."I am afraid," he said grimly, "that you will not think it of much importance. I am on my way to play in a golf tournament there.""A golf tournament at The Hague!" Mr. Dunster repeated, i...