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He was maddened by the thought, too, that the money-lender had been right and he wrong, and took but slight solace from the fact that the chief disaster had overtaken that great man. However, it was plain that something must be done at once to assist Lablache, and he cast about in his mind for the best means to secure the money-lender's release.
It was the "punishment interest" that made it mount up whenever they came only a day or two too late with the instalments or whatever it might be. In any case it was an endless screw that would go on all their life pumping out whatever they could scrape together into the money-lender's pocket. But now Pelle meant to put an end to this.
Now suppose we leave the matter to to chance." "Chance?" The rancher questioned the other doubtfully. "Yes why not?" The money-lender's smile broadened and he leaned forward to impress his hearer the more surely. "A little game a game of poker, eh?" John Allandale shook his head. He failed to grasp the other's meaning.
"Your wife has told you what Gungadhura attempted?" she asked him. "Yes, while you were at the money-lender's something of it." "If the guard should tell Gungadhura that your wife was in the palace with me and could give evidence against him, what do you suppose Gungadhura would do?" "Damn him!" Dick murmured. "There are so many ways snakes poison daggers in the dark "
Ye crowd in like buffaloes. 'If the Sahiba knew Kim began. 'Ai! Ai! Come away. They are meat for our mistress. When her young Shaitan's colics are cured perhaps we poor people may be suffered to 'The mistress fed thy wife when thou wast in jail for breaking the money-lender's head. Who speaks against her? The old servitor curled his white moustaches savagely in the young moonlight.
Hollis was empowered to offer ten thousand pounds in full satisfaction, Mr. Stipp," he said. "And what's more a cheque for that amount was found on his dead body when it was discovered. Now, sir, you'll understand why we want to know who it was that he went to see at Scarnham!" Both men were watching the money-lender's manager with redoubled attention.
Now the game became one-sided. With that one large pull the money-lender's luck seemed to have set in. Seemingly he could do no wrong. If he drew to "three of a kind," he invariably filled; if to a "pair," he generally secured a third; once, indeed, he drew to jack, queen, king of a suit and completed a "royal flush." His luck was phenomenal. The other men's luck seemed "dead out."
"I haven't got your things, and you needn't say I have!" retorted the money-lender's son. "Oh, I see how it is," he added, struck by a sudden thought. "You want to play another joke on me, don't you? Well, it won't work this time. I didn't touch your things, and you know it." For a moment Dave stared at Nat Poole in perplexity. He saw that the money-lender's son was in earnest.
"The inference is, that I'm accessory after the fact to the money-lender's murder, unless" He finished the pipe, and knocked the ashes out. " unless I break my promise, and hand this piece of evidence over to Norwood. I guess he's arch-high-policeman here."
"Hello, Nat!" cried Dave. He put as much warmth as possible in the salutation, for he felt sorry for the boy who had failed. "Bound for home?" "Yes." The money-lender's son hesitated for a moment. "Want me to sit with you?" "Certainly, if you like," and Dave shoved over to make room. "Been visiting an old aunt of mine," explained Nat as he sat down. "Had a slow time of it, too, over the Fourth.
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