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Beecot met with his accident. Therefore, you could not have given the brooch to Mr. Pash the next morning, as it had been used on the previous night." "Sha'n't say anythin' more," retorted Tray, defiantly. "Oh, won't you?" cried Hurd, ironically, "we'll see about that. You told that lie about the time to account for your knowing of the murder before anyone else did."
Indeed, he seemed perfectly indifferent, and when he raised Sylvia and made her sit beside him on the sofa he reverted to the brooch. "I shall certainly see Mr. Beecot," he said in a dreamy way. "Charing Cross Hospital of course. I'll go to-morrow. I had intended to see about selling the furniture then, but I'll wait till the next day.
"You must have been brought up in a queer way, Hurd," he said drily, "to express this surprise because a man acts as a man and not as a blackguard." "Ah, but you see in my profession I have mixed with blackguards, and that has lowered my moral tone. It's refreshing to meet a straight, honorable man such as you are, Mr. Beecot.
Krill was the real wife, he saw that Aaron Norman, as he called himself, had committed bigamy, and that Sylvia " "Yes, you needn't say it," said Miss Qian, angrily, "she's worth a dozen of that girl you are going to marry. But why did you pretend to meet Mrs. Krill and her daughter for the first time at Pash's?" "To blind Beecot.
But I shouldn't be surprised to learn that there were circumstances in Aaron Norman's past life which led him to leave his wife, and which may lead Mrs. Krill into buying silence by giving Miss Norman half the income. You could live on two thousand odd a year, eh?" "Not obtained in that way," said Beecot, filling his pipe and passing a match to Hurd.
Beecot thanked Heaven that Paul was not such a fool as he had been of yore, and hinted that this sudden access of sense which had led him to engage himself to a wealthy girl had come from his father and not from his mother. Then Beecot, becoming the tyrant again, insisted that the marriage should take place in Wargrove, and that the fact of Sylvia's father being murdered should be suppressed.
MOTHER." He paused, and looked at the boy. "Got a form?" he asked. The lad produced one and a stumpy pencil. With these materials Beecot wrote a reply saying the brooch would be returned on the morrow. When the boy went away with the answer Paul felt in his breast pocket and took out the old blue case. "I've a good mind to send it now," he said aloud.
I believe in that foreign chap's saying, 'Without haste without rest." "Goethe said that." "Then Goethe is a sensible man, and must have read his Bible. 'Make no haste in time of trouble, says the Scriptures." "Very good," assented Beecot; "take your own time." "I intend to," said Hurd, coolly. "Bless you, slow and sure is my motto. There's no hurry.
Beecot, having been bullied into old age long before her time, accepted sour looks and hard words as necessary to God's providence, but Paul, a fiery youth, resented useless nagging. He owned more brain-power than his progenitor, and to this favoring of Nature paterfamilias naturally objected. Paul also desired fame, which was likewise a crime in the fire-side tyrant's eyes.
"Really I don't see why," smiled Beecot, fingering the old-fashioned volumes. "It's the finger of Fate, Paul," said Sylvia, solemnly. Then seeing her lover look puzzled, "I mean, that I should find out what goor is?" "Goor?" Paul looked more puzzled than ever. "It's an Indian word," explained Sylvia, "and means coarse sugar. The Thugs eat it before they strangle anyone."
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