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Barter, recognising the fact that his own purpose was already exposed, made a desperate dash. 'About those notes old Bommaney was supposed to have run away with. I think I think, mind you, that if there was any way of using them, I could lay my hands upon them. 'I remember, said Steinberg, 'you said something of the kind last night. I shouldn't advise you to touch 'em. It's a dangerous game.

The worship of Bommaney senior's sensibilities seems a trifle dull when all things are considered, though one has to be glad that an honest son can think of him with pity mixed with admiration. But perhaps the oddest thing of all in connection with this story may be looked for in the shorthand reporter's notes of the Recorder's speech at the Old Bailey, when the accusation against Messrs.

'God bless my soul! Bommaney cried out. His chin fell upon his breast, and his eyes stared at the floor, seeing nothing. He felt like a man upon a raft, who sees the bindings of the frail thing break apart. Shipwrecked already, and now the last hope gone! He hardly knew, if he could have asked himself the question clearly, why he so particularly desired to see Barter.

'Why not? the old man asked, staring round at him with his watery eyes. 'He paid Mr. Brown the eight thousand in full, sir, and divided the rest, as far as it would go, amongst the poorest of the creditors. Bommaney turned back towards the fire, and drooped there. He seemed very impassive under this intelligence, but he was deeply moved by it all the same.

'Yes, he said, 'I've come to settle. He rubbed his hands and laughed here, not because there was anything humorous and amusing in his thoughts, but out of sheer health and jollity of nature. Bommaney, still distrustful of his own aspect, and afraid of being observed, sat opposite to him with bent head and fidgeted with his papers, blindly pretending to arrange them.

White and cowardly, I can see him now. Bommaney grasped him by the wrist. 'Do you remember the time? he asked, passing one hand confusedly through the tumbled and disgraceful old locks of his hair. 'Do you remember when I left the office? Do you remember when you left it? 'Almost directly, sir, after you. But you drove, sir, and I walked.

But if you'd let me go, sir, and put the case to him, he might come and see you here, sir, and you might set yourself straight with him, sir, which would at least, the seedy man added, somewhat moved by the old man's tears and tremblings, 'be an advantage to a father's heart. Bommaney stood in silence, looking upward.

Bommaney took it from his fingers without revealing himself. He had some difficulty in making out its inscription, for his eyes were newly tearful, and, whilst he peered at it, a reflex of his late emotions brought a sniffling sob again. He was freshly ashamed at this, and said hastily, 'Five minutes' time. I will ring when I am ready. Ask the gentleman to wait. Mr.

A year ago the fare would have seemed uninviting to either at his hungriest moment, but now Bommaney called for it with a dreadful suppressed eagerness, and, the barman serving them with a tantalising leisure, they watched every movement with the eyes of famine. 'I've got a little place, sir, of my own, whispered Hornett, when the pangs of hunger were appeased.

They knew it, and their hearts, low as they were already, sank at it. The door opened and Phil reappeared, followed by a policeman. 'I give these two in charge, the young man said, 'the one as the thief, the other as the receiver of a bundle of bank-notes of the value of eight thousand pounds, the property of my father, Mr. Philip Bommaney of Coalporter's Alley.

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