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He had locked himself in his own room, and, sitting there in a big chair before a businesslike desk, with a great number of docketed papers in pigeon-holes, and a disordered mass of papers strewn before him, the determined Mr. Bommaney, the decided Mr. Bommaney, the Mr.
There was a good deal of hunger and even triumph in his small soul, but they found no other outward expression, and his attitude and voice were as apologetic and retiring as of old. 'It was rather a surprise to me, sir, when I recognised you. Isn't it a little dangerous for you to be here, Mr. Bommaney? They both started, and each looked about him at this mention of the fugitive's name.
They rustled together through the straw which had been laid down upon the roadway, and had been scattered by the feet of passers-by upon the pavement, and, mounting the cab, drove in a ghastly silence for a score of yards, and then, with a clatter which made conversation difficult, Bommaney, rousing himself at intervals, shouted his certainty that the notes would prove to have been left at Barter's chambers.
Bommaney was ashamed before him, and afraid of him, and only some faint reminder of self-respect and the pride of earlier days held him back from the impulse to run away. 'You're not afraid of me, sir? said James Hornett. He had always smiled, and was smiling even now.
Whilst he was in the midst of this childish abandonment to his grief a set of knuckles softly and hesitatingly tapped the door from without, and directly afterwards a hand made a tentative respectful sort of attempt upon the handle. 'Who's there? cried Mr. Bommaney, steadying his voice as best he could. 'A gentleman to see you, sir, answered a smooth voice outside. Mr.
Bommaney was alone again, and if it had not been for the actual presence of the bundle of bank-notes upon the table, he could well have thought that the whole episode had been no more than a dreadful and disturbing dream. It was very hard, he thought complainingly, that a man should come and put so horrible a temptation in his way. He would not yield to it of course he would not yield to it.
'I'm quite willing to go without resistance, said Mr. Barter from behind the table. 'I assisted in the capture, and I am ready to say anything. 'That's the first true word you've spoken, Steinberg snarled. 'You can take this thing off, holding out his hands. 'I'll go quietly. I can get bail in an hour. 'Don't have it taken off, Mr. Bommaney, not if we're to travel in the same vehicle.
Phil, having been inspired at least with a suspicion that this engaging young man was responsible for the actual disgrace which had fallen upon Bommaney senior, always bent a grave scrutiny upon him. Barter sometimes wondered whether his new-found acquaintance's way of looking at him were habitual or particular, but he could never solve that problem.
Bommaney had aged dreadfully during his year of hiding, and Hornett, who had drunk his employer's health upon his birthdays often enough to know his age to a day, could yet scarce believe that the dreadful spectre who knelt beside him numbered less than fourscore years. One question perplexed Hornett's mind.
'Well, my dear, said the old man miserably and reluctantly, I've been told that his father hastened his own ruin with dice and cards. It was the first time he had mentioned Bommaney senior in his daughter's hearing for a year. She looked at him with eyes still intent, but somehow milder and less alarmed. 'Phil, the old boy continued, 'I'm afraid that Phil is travelling in his father's steps.
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