"We beat them. The bill is lost. It will never go
to the Council. The sub-committee will not recommend it. Thanks, Brock,
old man; you have saved London a good many millions, I daresay. It was
you who did it, after all."
Before noon the hotel was agog with the full details of the remarkable
story. Cabled despatches in the newspapers gave the gist of the clever
trick played by the Medcrofts, and the whole of England was to ring with
the stories of Mrs. Medcroft's pluck and devotion. Everybody was buying
the papers and staring with admiration at Mrs. Medcroft.
The management of the Tirol implored the Medcrofts to remain--forever!
The bank and the police were profuse in apologies and explanations, and
Mr. Githens departed by the first train.
Freddie Ulstervelt, killing two birds with one stone, arranged a
splendid dinner for that night in honour of the prodigal husband of
Edith and also in open compliment to the vivacious Mademoiselle Le Brun.
Later in the day, it occurred to him that he might just as well kill
three birds as two, so he planned to announce the betrothal of Miss
Fowler and Mr. Brock, the wedding to take place a fortnight hence in
Mayfair. The Rodneys were invited to "stop over" for the spread. It is
left for the reader to supply the answer to this simple question,--
Did they stop over?
***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE HUSBANDS OF EDITH***
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