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He got up from his place, animated by this great idea, and staggering to the helpless Steinberg, fell down beside him and gripped his hands. 'Tie him, Mr. Bommaney, tie him! gurgled Barter. 'He's been the ruin of me, curse him. I should have been an honest man if it hadn't been for him. It's him that led me into it, and he's had every sixpence of the money. I've been his tool, his miserable tool.
'I'm sure, said Bommaney, as the cab pulled up at the gate of the quadrangle, 'that we shall find them here. He spoke with a tremulous uncertainty, and so obviously appealed for a confirmation of his hope, that Barter felt constrained to answer, 'Oh, we are bound to find them.
Barter by the hand, murmured that he was sorry, very sorry, and so went stupidly away. Young Mr. Barter accompanied him to the door, casting a strange backward glance at the papers as he left the room, and was curiously voluble in his dismissal of his visitor. Anything he could do Mr. Bommaney might rest perfectly assured the clerks would be back to-morrow in any case he would advise Mr.
The packet which the unfortunate cruelly-tempted Bommaney had let fall in his half-drunken abstraction on the floor of young Mr. Barter's private room was made up exclusively, as we know already, of notes for one hundred pounds.
'The money, cried Bommaney, turning furiously upon him. 'What money? Hornett edged away upon his knees, and his thumb and fingers traced the creases of his smile up and down his stubbly cheeks. 'Do you think, the old man demanded passionately, 'that I took away a penny? Hornett was afraid to rise.
Mr Bommaney was a British merchant of the highest rectitude and the most spotless reputation. He traded still under the name of Bommaney, Waite, and Co., though Waite had been long since dead, and the Company had gone out of existence in his father's time. The old offices, cramped and inconvenient, in which the firm had begun life eighty years before, were still good enough for Mr.
Barter is a gentleman who goes about in rather a large way, and noisy way, sir. He's a biggish man, as it is, and to look at him at first you'd fancy that he was bigger than he is. He talks very loud and cheery, sir, and he bangs things about a good deal. 'Well? said Bommaney, irritated by these slow preliminaries, 'what about it all?
Then he smiled across at his opponent, breathed softly the words 'six cards, and dropped the worthless hand on the top of the pack, calling for a new deal All this Philip Bommaney watched with a complete seeming innocence and good temper. He lost his sixpences handsomely, made no protest, and looked unruffled. 'You play false for sixpences, do you? he said inwardly.
He was delighted by his association with a concern so eminently respectable as that of Bommaney, Waite, and Co. Meanwhile Mr. Hornett's employer, with that dreadful rooted secret in his mind, which he did not dare to look at, sat alone, looking with staring eyes before him, and drumming in a regular tune upon the topmost note of the terrible little pile.
'I can't think so, Mr. Bommaney, said Barter, with a face of innocence. We can go back together, if you like, and look for it. Bommaney's driver lingered for him; the other cabman was already jingling leisurely down the street. 'Johnson, said young Barter, addressing the domestic, 'you hear what Mr. Bommaney says. This is a matter of the most urgent importance, and must be looked into at once.
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