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Now this Little Arthur Marlowe bought it just before we came over this year to please the old man. Manderson said it was ridiculous for a man to be without a pistol in the twentieth century. So he went out and bought what they offered him, I guess never consulted me. Not but what it's a good gun, Mr Bunner conceded, squinting along the sights.
Evelina's marriage took place on the appointed day. It was celebrated in the evening, in the chantry of the church which the sisters attended, and after it was over the few guests who had been present repaired to the Bunner Sisters' basement, where a wedding supper awaited them. Ann Eliza, aided by Miss Mellins and Mrs.
'Young Bunner mentioned to me last night, he said, 'when I went up there after dinner, the hypothesis which he puts forward in regard to the crime. A very remarkable young man, Trent. His meaning is occasionally obscure, but in my opinion he is gifted with a clearheaded knowledge of the world quite unusual in one of his apparent age.
Bunner concluded sadly, "they got him when I wasn't around. Well, gentlemen, you must excuse me. I am going in to Bishopsbridge. There is a lot to do these days, and I have to send off a bunch of cables big enough to choke a cow." "I must be off, too," said Trent. "I have an appointment at the Three Tuns inn." "Let me give you a lift in the automobile," said Mr. Bunner cordially.
Can't you... Oh, really? Well, in that case just hold on, will you? He placed the receiver before Sir James. 'It's Calvin Bunner, Sigsbee Manderson's right-hand man, he said concisely. 'He insists on speaking to you personally. Says it is the gravest piece of news. He is talking from the house down by Bishopsbridge, so it will be necessary to speak clearly.
Behind a counter crowded with pin-cushions, watch-holders and other needlework trifles, a plump young woman with smooth hair sat sewing bows of ribbon on a scrap basket. The little shop was about the size of the one on which Ann Eliza had just closed the door; and it looked as fresh and gay and thriving as she and Evelina had once dreamed of making Bunner Sisters.
"But to come back to what you were telling me just now," Trent said. "You believe that Manderson was going in terror of his life for some time. Who should threaten it? I am quite in the dark." "Terror I don't know," replied Mr. Bunner meditatively. "Anxiety, if you like ... or suspense that's rather my idea of it.
Hawkins, dropping in to hear the result of the trip, found Ann Eliza sitting behind the counter wrapped in an old shawl. "Why, Miss Bunner, you're sick! You must have fever your face is just as red!" "It's nothing. I guess I caught cold yesterday on the ferry-boat," Ann Eliza acknowledged. "And it's jest like a vault in here!" Mrs. Hawkins rebuked her. "Let me feel your hand it's burning.
Besides liking his companion, he enjoyed his conversation for its own sake. Mr. Bunner was, it appeared, resident in Paris as the chief Continental agent of the Manderson firm, and fully satisfied with his position and prospects. He discoursed on these for some twenty minutes.
Manderson could have found many men with those virtues; but he engaged Mr Bunner because he was also swift and secret, and had besides a singular natural instinct in regard to the movements of the stock market. Trent and the American measured one another coolly with their eyes. Both appeared satisfied with what they saw.
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