The Great Secret
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E. Phillips Oppenheim >> The Great Secret
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There was no war, but the laughter of the German newspapers was a little
hysterical. The Press of the world took the matter more seriously. But
there was no war, and there are people even to-day, mostly his
journalistic enemies, who say that Staunton was hoaxed.
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"Do we receive our deserts in this world?" some one asked one night, when
our dinner table at Saxby was like a suggestion of old times--and we all
paused to think.
"Staunton has a peerage," Adele remarked.
"Luckier than I," Guest laughed; only he called himself Guest no longer,
but Lord Leslie Wendover. "My past disgrace had to be wiped out by an
invitation to Windsor and a ribbon. Such are the ways of diplomacy, which
never dare own a mistake."
"The amazing denseness of the man!" his wife murmured. "Do I count for
nothing?"
He bent and touched her hand with his lips, as Adele leaned forward and
laughed at me across the table.
"I think," she said; "that you both deserve--what you got--us!"
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