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It looked mighty good to me. But five years of it, and nothing else to look forward to till you die.... He stopped, and emptied his glass. Mr Birdsey was still perturbed. True, conversation was proceeding in a sort of way, but it had taken a distinctly gloomy turn. Slightly flushed with the excellent champagne which he had selected for this important dinner, he endeavoured to lighten it.
I had to be there this afternoon in the way of business. Mr Birdsey giggled self-consciously, but not without a certain impish pride. 'The laugh will be on me when you hear my confession. My daughter married an English earl, and my wife brought me over here to mix with his crowd.
He shook his head without speaking. 'Curious, said the young man. 'I could have sworn to it, and I am positive that it was somewhere in New York. Do you come from New York? 'Yes. 'It seems to me, said Mr Birdsey, 'that we ought to introduce ourselves. Funny it didn't strike any of us before. My name is Birdsey, J. Wilmot Birdsey. I come from New York.
Even in this moment his mind would not wholly detach itself from speculation as to what his wife would say to him when he slunk back into the fold. But what had he risked compared with this man Benyon? Mr Birdsey glowed. He could not restrain his sympathy and admiration. True, the man was a criminal. He had robbed a bank of a hundred thousand dollars. But, after all, what was that?
Though there had been times during the game when he had howled, for the most part he had watched in silence so hungrily tense that a less experienced observer than Mr Birdsey might have attributed his immobility to boredom. But one glance at his set jaw and gleaming eyes told him that here also was a man and a brother.
Johnson's face was pale, and the tablecloth crumpled into a crooked ridge under his fingers, but his voice was steady as he replied: 'I don't understand. 'Will you understand if I give you your right name, Mr Benyon? 'What's all this? said Mr Birdsey feebly. Waterall turned to him, the vulturine cast of his face more noticeable than ever.
Mr Birdsey was conscious of a sudden distaste for this young man. 'It's quite simple, Mr Birdsey. If you have not been entertaining angels unawares, you have at least been giving a dinner to a celebrity. I told you I was sure I had seen this gentleman before. I have just remembered where, and when.
The young man Waterall leaned forward. His manner was quiet, but his eyes were glittering. 'Wasn't that enough of an adventure for you? he said. Their eyes met across the table. Seated between them, Mr Birdsey looked from one to the other, vaguely disturbed. Something was happening, a drama was going on, and he had not the key to it.
'Are you proposing that we should hush this thing up, Mr Birdsey? he said coldly. 'Oh, well Waterall rose and went to the telephone. 'What are you going to do? 'Call up Scotland Yard, of course. What did you think? Undoubtedly the young man was doing his duty as a citizen, yet it is to be recorded that Mr Birdsey eyed him with unmixed horror. 'You can't! You mustn't! he cried.
They would probably have wasted the money in foolishness. And, anyway, a bank which couldn't take care of its money deserved to lose it. Mr Birdsey felt almost a righteous glow of indignation against the New Asiatic Bank. He broke the silence which had followed Benyon's words with a peculiarly immoral remark: 'Well, it's lucky it's only us that's recognized you, he said. Waterall stared.
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