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The small face went pluckily into lines of humour. "Not a very nice grin, Tony." "The best in the world," said he and hugged her close. They passed out of the room together. When Barraclough returned Mr. Torrington was leaning on his arm. Nugent Cassis and Lord Almont Frayne followed in the rear. "I was sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Torrington," he apologised. "Waiting? No, no. We were early.
Lord Almont remarked that his broker had rang him up to tell him of a fuss. Had no idea Van Diest was at the back of it. Cost him about ten thousand but he held on. "Quite so and it's all very well if we are going to get a return for our losses," said Cassis. "But so long as Barraclough is held by the heels we become a mere kicking post for the opposition. Not good enough."
"You may, if you wish, Clara, look upon a picture of George Almont, taken when he was twenty-five years of age." Opening the locket, I looked upon the picture of what must have been a very fine looking young man. I never beheld a more prepossessing countenance. No one who looked upon that picture would have dreamed of the sad story attached to the life of the original.
Barraclough shut up like a clam and made no answer. Lord Almont butted in. "Still you're pretty confident of getting the concession if you manage to get clear." Barraclough nodded. "If I can slip through and they don't stop me I'll be back with the whole thing settled in three weeks from the hour of starting."
The things that made the people of Almont interesting to each other and drew them together meant nothing to Abbie Snover. When she had become too old to be asked in marriage by any one, she had stopped going to dances and to sleigh-rides, and no one had asked her why. Then she had left the choir. Except when she went to do her marketing, Abbie was never seen on the streets.
Cranbourne has a bee in his bonnet." "A whole hive," Lord Almont interjected. "Perhaps," Mr. Torrington smiled, "but let us at least do him the justice to admit that they buzz very merrily." Cassis shrugged his shoulders. "Buzzing is of no value in the present circumstances." Mr. Torrington continued to smile. "Except so far as it helps our young friend here to buzz off," he said.
"For friend Barraclough?" "Idiot," she retorted. "As if I had any feelings." "He's a decent looking chap." "Oh, go away," she said. And he went smiling. Auriole waited until the front door closed, then picked up the telephone receiver and gave a number. "I want to speak to Lord Almont Frayne. Oh, is it? Good morning. Yes, that's right. A. B. was kidnapped last night at twelve thirty.
The natural temper of my father was rash and impulsive, and the contents of that letter exasperated him beyond control. He used many bitter words, and threatened dire vengeance upon young Almont, should he ever again enter our dwelling. My mother begged of him to desist, saying that if he were indeed guilty, as the letter proved him to be, his sin would certainly bring its own punishment.
Almont had business which obliged him to leave Littleton for a short time. When he bade me adieu I felt a foreboding of evil; and, after he had gone, I experienced a depression of spirits, for which I could not account.
"Anybody know anything?" said Lord Almont. Cassis shrugged his shoulders negatively. Mr. Torrington put down a card. "Waste of time," he said. "Waste of time. Barraclough will never get out of London by ordinary ways. It was a useless attempt." "Well, we don't know." "He hadn't got through at ten thirty last night," said Cranbourne. "He was dining at the Berkeley Grill.
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