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'Well, said Steinberg, puffing at his eternal cigar, and looking askant at Barter under the light of a street-lamp which they happened to be nearing at the moment, 'what you've got to do, you know, is to find the man who knows Mr. Bommaney. The commotion which assailed Barter at this speech was like an inward earthquake. 'What what do you mean? he panted.
Hornett applied the match to the shavings, and, as the fire leapt up, the two men knelt together, coughing and choking in the smoke, and bathing their chilled hands in the flame. Bommaney drew the flat bottle from a pocket hidden somewhere in his multitudinous rags, and drank. Hornett watched him greedily, with hands involuntarily and unconsciously extended.
Barter looked at him mournfully, with raised eyebrows. There was just a hint of expostulation in his raised eyebrows, and in the expression of his voice. 'You see, sir, he said, waving his white hands you see for yourself, there's nothing here. Bommaney walked to a chair, and, sitting down there, lifted up his voice and wept.
He heard nothing that enlightened him as to the reasons for his employer's disturbance, but heard most that passed between the two. Bommaney had succeeded in composing himself and in washing away the traces of his tears. Then he had taken a stiffish dose of brandy and water, and was something like his own man again.
Hornett, more moved than ever, and coughing to clear a little huskiness in the throat. 'Shall I venture, sir, to look in on Mr. Phil in the morning? 'Yes, go, James, said Bommaney, sobbing outright by this time. 'Perhaps perhaps he may believe me. When young Mr. Barter took time to think about things, he began, for more reasons than one, to be sorry.
He puzzled over it, and grew more cynical and bitter in his thoughts of the world at large than he could have imagined himself. But then, when Bommaney junior came home, and insisted on the restoration of the missing eight thousand from his own small fortune, old Brown brightened up again. There was such a thing as honesty in the world, after all. The restoration warmed his heart anew.
'You shall answer for this violence in the proper quarter, Bommaney. 'I will answer for it in the proper quarter, Phil replied. 'I will trouble you, Mr. Steinberg, to come to the proper quarter now. 'You won't forget, said Barter, 'that I helped to capture him. You'll speak a word for me, Mr. Bommaney? 'I've been that villain's victim all along.
'I was following Mr. Phil myself, sir, in the hope that his kindness might run to a trifle. 'Come in, said Bommaney; and Hornett eagerly accepting the invitation, they entered the house together. There was an odour of frying in the room, and a hissing noise proceeded from a soft of metal caldron which stood over a row of gas-jets on the pewter counter.
He was a florid man with crisp black hair with a hint of gray in it, and he was a countryman from head to heel. He seemed a little disposed to flaunt his bucolics upon the town, his hat, his necktie, his boots and gaiters, were of so countrified a fashion, and yet he looked somehow more of a gentleman than Bommaney.
'I , began Bommaney, stammering and speaking a little thickly, 'I didn't come to ask about your father. Young Barter's heart at this, though he was perfectly prepared for it, began to beat like a sledgehammer. 'I've had a dreadful loss. I have called nowhere but at your office since I left my own, and I have lost eight thousand pounds. I am convinced that I must have left it there.
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