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Polteed's shoulders. "You can risk it," he murmured; "with what we have, and human nature, you can risk it." Soames rose. "You will ask for Mr. Linkman. Thanks; don't get up." He could not bear Mr. Polteed to slide as usual between him and the door. In the sunlight of Piccadilly he wiped his forehead. This had been the worst of it he could stand the strangers better.
And, feeling that he must finish with it now, he took a cab into the West End. In this hot weather the window of Mr. Polteed's room was positively open, and the only precaution was a wire gauze, preventing the intrusion of flies. Two or three had tried to come in, and been caught, so that they seemed to be clinging there with the intention of being devoured presently. Mr.
Please watch 47, and take care not to find a mare's nest. Good-morning!" Mr. Polteed's eye glinted at the words 'mare's nest! "Very good. You shall be kept informed." And Soames was alone again. The spidery, dirty, ridiculous business! Laying his arms on the table, he leaned his forehead on them.
And making Warmson bring him an early cup of coffee; he stole out of the house before the hour of breakfast. He walked rapidly to one of those small West End streets where Polteed's and other firms ministered to the virtues of the wealthier classes. Hitherto he had always had Polteed to see him in the Poultry; but he well knew their address, and reached it at the opening hour.
And making Warmson bring him an early cup of coffee; he stole out of the house before the hour of breakfast. He walked rapidly to one of those small West End streets where Polteed's and other firms ministered to the virtues of the wealthier classes. Hitherto he had always had Polteed to see him in the Poultry; but he well knew their address, and reached it at the opening hour.
That simplified matters. 'I'll take steps to know where I am, he thought; 'I'll go to Polteed's the first thing tomorrow morning. But even in forming that resolution he knew he would have trouble with himself.
That simplified matters. 'I'll take steps to know where I am, he thought; 'I'll go to Polteed's the first thing tomorrow morning. But even in forming that resolution he knew he would have trouble with himself.
Please watch 47, and take care not to find a mare's nest. Good-morning!" Mr. Polteed's eye glinted at the words 'mare's nest! "Very good. You shall be kept informed." And Soames was alone again. The spidery, dirty, ridiculous business! Laying his arms on the table, he leaned his forehead on them.
He had employed Polteed's agency several times in the routine of his profession, even quite lately over Dartie's case, but he had never thought it possible to employ them to watch his own wife. It was too insulting to himself! He slept over that project and his wounded pride or rather, kept vigil. Only while shaving did he suddenly remember that she called herself by her maiden name of Heron.
Polteed's expression at that moment was a masterpiece. It so clearly said: 'Well, what do you think? But mere professional knowledge, I assure you pray forgive it! He made a little half airy movement with his hand, as who should say: 'Such things such things will happen to us all! "Very well, then," said Soames, moistening his lips: "there's no need to say more.
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