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"I knew I'd struck the British Constitution at last. The House of Lords my Lord! And, anyway, I'm not one of the Queen's subjects." "Why, I had a notion that you'd got yourself naturalised." Wilton blushed hotly as he explained that very many things must happen to the British Constitution ere he took out his papers. "How does it all strike you?" he said. "Isn't the Great Buchonian crazy?"
If you could see your way to doing this, we could arrange all the details with your lawyer, and it is possible that the Company might bear some of the cost. I have put the matter, I trust, in a nutshell. If you, my dear sir, will interest yourself in building that wall, and will kindly give us the name of your lawyers, I dare assure you that you will hear no more from the Great Buchonian."
"I am very happy, of course, to meet you; but if you had only sent your president down to dinner here, I could have settled the thing in half a minute. Why, I could have bought the Buchonian from him while your clerks were sending me this." Wilton dropped his hand heavily on the blue-and-white correspondence, and the lawyer started.
The Great Buchonian had first asked for an explanation of the stoppage of their Induna, and had found a certain levity in the explanation tendered. It then advised "Mr. W. Sargent" to refer his solicitor to their solicitor, or whatever the legal phrase is. "And you didn't?" I said, looking up. "No. They were treating me exactly as if I had been a kid playing on the cable-tracks.
The Great Buchonian was careful to point out that no animus underlay their action, nor was money their object. Their duty was to protect the interests of their line, and these interests could not be protected if a precedent were established whereby any of the Queen's subjects could stop a train in mid-career. "That broke me all up," said Wilton, who was reading over my shoulder.
I'm sure I should enjoy myself immensely." "We have overlooked the fact," the doctor whispered to me, "that your friend proposed to buy the Great Buchonian." "He is worth anything from twenty to thirty million dollars four to five million pounds," I answered, knowing that it would be hopeless to explain. "Really! That is enormous wealth. But the Great Buchonian is not in the market."
Paul's and offered a reward to any Englishman who could tell you who or what Merton Sargent had been, there wouldn't be twenty men in all London to claim it." "That's their insular provincialism, then. I don't care a cent. The old man would have wrecked the Great Buchonian before breakfast for a pipe-opener. My God, I'll do it in dead earnest!
That is distinctly curious, because but do I understand that the type of the delusion varies? For example, Mr. Sargent believes that he can buy the Great Buchonian." "Did he write you that?" "He made the offer to the Company on a half-sheet of note-paper. Now, has he by chance gone to the other extreme, and believed that he is in danger of becoming a pauper?
In England, the servant educates the master. Wilton Sargent strove to learn all they taught as ardently as his father had striven to wreck, before capture, the railways of his native land; and it must have been some touch of the old bandit railway blood that bade him buy, for a song, Holt Hangars, whose forty-acre lawn, as every one knows, sweeps down in velvet to the quadruple tracks of the Great Buchonian Railway.
"That's another!" said he, poking the fire savagely, and I knew what he meant. One cannot put steam-heat in houses where Queen Elizabeth slept. The steady beat of a night-mail, whirling down the valley, recalled me to business. "What about the Great Buchonian?" I said. "Come into my study. That's all as yet."
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