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Bundercombe in an Okata dressmaker's conception of a tailor-made gown in some hard, steel-ray material, and a hat whose imperfections were perhaps mercifully hidden by a veil, which, instead of providing a really reasonable excuse for its existence by concealing some portion of Mrs. Bundercombe's features, streamed down behind her nearly to her feet.
Bundercombe before witnesses," he said, "I do not imagine that our case will require very much more proof." I was completely nonplussed Mr. Bundercombe's confession was so ready, his demeanor so unalterably good-tempered. I went on to ask, however, what certainly seemed to me the most important question under the circumstances.
"Isn't the check of Joseph H. Bundercombe good enough for you?" Mr. Cheape laid his hand soothingly upon Mr. Bundercombe's shoulder. "It isn't that we doubt your check, sir," he pointed out; "but in a transaction of this sort it is best that no evidences of a lasting nature should exist. A check is not, as you know, legal tender, and a check my clients certainly could not accept." Mr.
Bundercombe's attitude does not encourage a continuation of this conversation. We will not detain you further, gentlemen." Mr. Cheape also rose. They moved toward the door. "Much obliged to you for calling," Mr. Bundercombe said hospitably. "Drop in and have a little game of cards with me any afternoon you like. I am a bit out of practice, but I fancy I am still in your class."
At every successful effort he was loudly cheered by a little group of following enthusiasts. Mr. Ansell returned, looking a little more cheerful. "Everything is being given by the Bundercombe Reaping Company," he announced, "and Mr. Bundercombe's city agent is on the spot prepared to book orders for the machine. It seems that Mr.
I was shown at once into Mr. Bundercombe's study upon the ground floor. Mr. Bundercombe was seated at a writing table, with his face toward the door. He greeted me with a friendly nod and pointed to a little table upon which stood an abundant display of cigars and cigarettes of all brands. I helped myself and lit a cigarette. "May I know something of this evening's program?" I asked.
Again I was conscious of some slight uneasiness. It began to dawn upon me that there was a scheme somewhere hatching; that Mr. Bundercombe's activity in the camp of the enemy might perhaps have an unsuspected significance. I talked to Eve about this after dinner; but she reassured me. "Father talks of nothing but his reaping machines," she declared.
"What has Mr. Bundercombe been up to now?" I asked nervously. "Nothing serious at any rate, that I know of," Mr. Cullen assured me. "For the last fortnight ever since Mrs. Bundercombe's arrival, in fact Mr. Bundercombe has somehow or other managed to keep away from all his old associates and out of any sort of mischief.
I was on the other side; but I can take a licking with the best of them. Congratulate you heartily!" He held out his hand and gripped mine. Once more he winked. At about half past ten the following morning I turned into Prince's Gardens, to find a four-wheel cab drawn up outside the door of Mr. Bundercombe's house.
"I suppose we had better finish the affair while we are about it. One of you had better come with me." Captain Bannister promptly volunteered. He and I and Mr. Bundercombe descended the stairs and entered the car. We pulled up in a few minutes at the door of Mr. Bundercombe's bank. "Will you come in with me?" Mr. Bundercombe invited, turning to Captain Bannister.
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