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An old gentleman who signed himself "Commonsense" wrote to the papers about it next day and expressed his disgust in no measured terms. "Gentlemen," said Mr. Torrington. "We have an important decision to make. Barraclough is on his way home, presumably with the concession in his pocket.
Flora seized the envelope and made a dash for the window but hardly covered half the distance before Dirk and Smith closed in upon her, fighting for possession of the paper. It was given to Jane to translate the actual meaning of this extraordinary performance and she alone saw Barraclough take the note case swiftly from his pocket and bury it under the foliage in the basket of roses.
Richard drew his arm away sharply. "So's that to me," he said, brushing his sleeve with the deliberate will to offend. Then he turned and bowed to Auriole. "Your friends are amusing but I'm afraid they are going to waste a lot of time. Are you coming our way?" The clocks were striking seven when Anthony Barraclough descended the stairs of the flats and hailed a taxi.
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."
She would as soon have omitted any of these gentle rites as have neglected to satisfy herself that the sheets were properly aired or the carpets swept beneath the beds. Of course, with Isabel the welcome extended beyond the mere taking of hands. There is a proper way of embracing your son's affianced wife; that is, of course, if you happen to be of the same period as Mrs. Barraclough.
Barraclough in the manner of Queen Victoria. "Going to see her?" "I was going to take her this basket of roses and some vegetables, but as " "No, no, you take 'em and I'll go down to the village with you in the car and take it on. You won't mind walking home across the fields." "Anthony," said Mrs. Barraclough seriously. "Is it very real danger you're in?"
Madrooba, I'd be glad to come off this perch and offer it." "I reckon if I can stand eight men on my chest," came the reply, "I don't need to take a lot of notice of this little misunderstanding. Let yourself drop and I'll catch you." And from sheer relief Barraclough began to laugh and laughed solidly for ten miles of the journey. Richard Frencham Altar was exceedingly affable in the car.
"Jane and myself were with him in the Secret Service during the last year of the war." "He got us the job," Jane interpolated. She was a big, bonny girl with broad shoulders, steady blue eyes and a complexion that would have advertised any health resort. "Cook kicks herself that she wasn't in that show." It was at this point Mrs. Barraclough came into the room. "Kicks herself!
He began with the premise that somehow Anthony Barraclough had succeeded in making good his escape that he was even now obtaining the concession that he would return to London on the night of the 18th instant at eleven o'clock in all probability carrying the document upon his person.
When once an enquiring visitor, after vainly searching the garden for chestnut trees, asked why the house was so named, Mrs. Barraclough replied "The chestnuts apply to myself and not to the vegetation. I am an old woman with an incurable habit of repeating the same anecdotes over and over again."
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