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That scoundrel had betrayed him. Not for a moment, however, did he suppose that the forgery had been detected. "On the strength of this letter," said Warde, gravely, "you borrowed thirty pounds from a tradesman?" Denial being fatuous, Beaumont-Greene said "Yes, sir." "You know, I suppose, that Harrow tradesmen are expressly forbidden to lend boys money?" "I am hardly a boy, sir.
"You shall have your confounded money," said Beaumont-Greene, violently. "Thanks," said Scaife, sweetly. The Demon grinned for the third time, knowing that he had touched a weak spot; not a difficult thing to do, if you touched the big fellow at all. A young man of spirit would have told his creditors to go to Jericho. Beaumont-Greene might have said, "You have skinned me a bit.
For a moment the two stared steadily at each other; then, very politely, Lovell said "No, sir, he does not." Warde continued curtly, "Then he has paid you what he did owe you?" Lovell nodded, shrugging his shoulders. Plainly, Warde had discovered the fact of the debt. Probably that fool Beaumont-Greene had applied to his father, and the father had written to Warde.
He was known to the Manorites as a funk at footer, and a prodigious consumer of "food" at the Creameries. His father, having accumulated a large fortune in manufacturing what was advertised in most of the public prints as the "Imperishable, Seamless, Whale-skin Boot," gave his son plenty of money. As a Lower Boy, Beaumont-Greene had but a sorry time of it.
If Beaumont-Greene threatened to kick an impudent Fourth Form boy, that youngster would bid him be careful. "If you don't behave yourself," he would say, "I shall have to send Verney to your room." Lovell senior remarked that Beaumont-Greene was a "swine," but that Verney had put on "lift" and must be snubbed. What?
No; you can read it yourself." The tailor read the letter. "Very handsome," he replied; "very handsome indeed, sir. Your father is a true gentleman." "It happens," said Beaumont-Greene, more easily, for the thing seemed to be simpler than he had anticipated "it happens that I do want to make some presents, but I'm not going to buy them here. I shall send to the Stores, you know.
He entered Lovell's room and looked at Scaife, who rose at once. "I wish to speak with you alone, Lovell." "Certainly, sir. Won't you sit down?" Warde waited till Scaife had closed the door, then he said quietly "Lovell, does Beaumont-Greene owe you money?" The Anglo-Saxon form of Harrow. The terminal examination.
"You bet," said Caesar; "but that doesn't keep me awake at night. He has got the Imperishable Seamless Whaleskin Boot behind him." Next time John met Beaumont-Greene he eyed him sharply. The big fellow was pulpier than ever; his complexion the colour of skilly. Yes; he looked much worried. Perhaps the "Imperishable Boot" lasted too long. And, nowadays, so many fellows wore shoes.
"I want you to leave young Kinloch alone." "Really? Anything else?" "Nothing more, thank you." Beaumont-Greene slowly raised himself out of his chair and glared at John, whose head came to his chin. "You've plenty of cheek." "What I have isn't spotty, anyway." John saw the veins begin to swell in Beaumont-Greene's throat.
He talked to Warde about genealogies and hunting, topics of conversation in which they had a common interest outside Harrow. John guessed that Warde was making an effort to secure Egerton, who, for his part, took the world as he found it, consorting alike with John and his friends, and also with Lovell and Co. From the Caterpillar John learned that Beaumont-Greene had begun to play bridge.
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