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But even to his soul he did not utter the remainder of the truth about himself, namely: "I should like to cut a dash before this insufferable patronizer of England and the Five Towns." Suddenly something snapped within him and he said to Mr. Bryany: "I'm on!" Those words and no more! "You are?" Mr. Bryany exclaimed, mistrusting his ears. Edward Henry nodded.
I've some business round this way. Persuade my wife not to worry, will you?" And when a discontented Dr. Stirling had made his excuses and adieux to Mr. Bryany, and Robert Brindley had decided that he could not leave his crony to travel by tram-car alone, and the two men had gone, then Edward Henry turned to Mr. Bryany. "That's how I get rid of the doctor, you see!"
Twenty minutes ago he had been idly dreaming of theatrical speculation, and now he could almost see theatrical speculation shimmering before him in the pale shifting rays of the cinematograph that cut through the gloom of the mysterious auditorium. "Oh!" And in this new interest he forgot the enigma of the ways of Providence. "Of course, you know, I'm in the business," said Mr. Bryany.
You see what a site it is absolutely unique." Edward Henry asked coldly: "Have you bought it?" "No," Mr. Bryany seemed to apologize. "I haven't exactly bought it. But I've got an option on it." The magic word "option" wakened the drowsy speculator in Edward Henry. And the mere act of looking at the plan endowed the plot of land with reality! There it was! It existed! "An option to buy it?"
"I've never seen this room before," said Edward Henry. "Take your overcoat off and sit down, will you?" said Mr. Bryany, as he turned to replenish the fire from a bucket. "It's my private sitting-room. Whenever I am on my travels I always take a private sitting-room. It pays, you know.... Of course I mean if I'm alone. When I'm looking after Mr. Sachs, of course we share a sitting-room."
"Not the ?" he exclaimed. Mr. Bryany nodded proudly, blowing out much smoke. "Tell me," asked Edward Henry, confidentially, leaning forward, "where do those ladies get their names from?" "It happens in this case to be her real name," said Mr. Bryany. "Her father kept a tobacconist's shop in Cheapside. The sign was kept up for many years, until Rose paid to have it changed."
Mr. Bryany proceeded. "Well, that's the site. There's an old chapel on it now." "What do all these straight lines mean?" Edward Henry inquired, examining the plan. Lines radiated from the red plot in various directions. "Those are the lines of vision," said Mr. Bryany. "They show just where an electric sign at the corner of the front of the proposed theatre could be seen from.
He saw that Mr.. Bryany accepted the implied rebuke with the deference properly shown by a man who needs something towards the man in possession of what he needs. And studying the fellow's countenance, he decided that, despite its brassiness and simple cunning, it was scarcely the countenance of a rascal.
"The fact is, I've half promised to go with Dr Stirling to some club or other after the show. Otherwise we might have had a quiet, confidential chat in my rooms over at the Turk's Head. I never dreamt " Mr. Bryany was now as melancholy as a greedy lad who regards rich fruit at arm's length through a plate-glass window, and he had ceased to be patronizing.
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