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Davis' Short Stories Vol. 2

The Lost House
I
It was a dull day at the chancellery. His Excellency the American Ambassador was
absent in Scotland, unveiling a bust to Bobby Burns, paid for by the numerous lovers of
that poet in Pittsburg; the First Secretary was absent at Aldershot, observing a sham
battle; the Military Attache was absent at the Crystal Palace, watching a foot-ball match;
the Naval Attache was absent at the Duke of Deptford's, shooting pheasants; and at the
Embassy, the Second Secretary, having lunched leisurely at the Artz, was now alone, but
prepared with his life to protect American interests. Accordingly, on the condition that
the story should not be traced back to him, he had just confided a State secret to his
young friend, Austin Ford, the London correspondent of the New York REPUBLIC.
"I will cable it," Ford reassured him, "as coming from a Hungarian diplomat, temporarily
residing in Bloomsbury, while en route to his post in Patagonia. In that shape, not even
your astute chief will suspect its real source. And further from the truth than that I refuse
to go."
"What I dropped in to ask," he continued, "is whether the English are going to send over
a polo team next summer to try to bring back the cup?"
"I've several other items of interest," suggested the Secretary.
"The week-end parties to which you have been invited," Ford objected, "can wait. Tell
me first what chance there is for an international polo match."
"Polo," sententiously began the Second Secretary, who himself was a crackerjack at the
game, "is a proposition of ponies! Men can be trained for polo. But polo ponies must be
born. Without good ponies----"
James, the page who guarded the outer walls, of the chancellery, appeared in the
doorway.
"Please, Sir, a person," he announced, with a note for the Ambassador says it's
important."
"Tell him to leave it, said the Secretary. "Polo ponies----"
"Yes, Sir," interrupted the page. "But 'e won't leave it, not unless he keeps the 'arf-
crown."
"For Heaven's sake!" protested the Second Secretary, "then let him keep the half-crown.
When I say polo ponies, I don't mean----"
 
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