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The manager seized it eagerly, opened it, turned on the electric light and closed the case again with a great sigh of relief. He held out his hand. "Mr. Bundercombe," he said, "I don't care how you got these. I have been robbed three times and put the matter into the hands of the police and never recovered a single stone! I'd shake hands with the man who stole them so long as I got them back.
"He tried Louis tried my old friend," he complained, "to take advantage of me; to enrich himself at my expense by means of a false note." "That is the only point," Mr. Bundercombe said. "Was the note bad? Do you know I can scarcely bring myself to believe it!" The restaurant keeper smiled.
Bundercombe has backed himself at ten to one in ten-pound notes to beat Mr. Jonas by half an hour, each taking half the field." "Who's ahead?" Eve asked excitedly. "Mr. Bundercombe is well ahead," Mr. Ansell replied, "and they say that he can do better still if he tries. It looks rather," Mr. Ansell concluded, dropping his voice, "as though he were trying to make the thing last out.
"I am glad you're likely to do a little business; but you won't mind, my reminding you will you? that you really came down here to give me a leg up with my election, and not to sell your machines or to spend half your time in the enemy's camp!" Mr. Bundercombe smiled. It was a curious smile, which seemed somehow to lose itself in his face. Then the dinner gong sounded and he winked at me slowly.
I made the acquaintance of Mr. Bundercombe in the smoking room at the Milan some months ago. We met several times; and on one occasion I presented him to a friend of mine, the widow of a colonel in the Indian Army, Mrs. Delaporte." At this stage, Mr. Bundercombe, who was quite irrepressible, winked at me slowly. I took no notice of him whatever.
Bundercombe with a policeman three days previously, which had led to her being arrested with a hammer in her satchel, had finally resulted in her being forced to partake of the hospitality of Holloway for the period of fourteen days; in fact, everything just then with me was couleur de rose.
Bundercombe and his daughter, who live out in a far-western State of America, who've never been out of their own country, and who are never likely to set foot on this side. She's a pretty little girl just like Eve might be; and he's a big, handsome fellow just like me. So we'll borrow their names if you don't mind."
"He'd been in the next shop. The people there will be able to swear to him he gave them plenty of trouble on purpose." "And you," Mr. Bundercombe murmured, "have the necklace?" "I have!" Rodwell snapped. "What about it? I've got to divide with the girl here. How much do you want?" "Only the necklace!" Mr. Bundercombe replied. Mr. Rodwell's geographical description of where he would see Mr.
I am not in the least sure that even Eve would quite approve." Mr. Bundercombe smiled the smile of a man of the world. "One can't tell one's womenkind everything!" he declared grandiloquently. I was a little puzzled. I felt convinced that Mr. Bundercombe was concealing something from me.
Bundercombe and the other gentleman, sir," he announced, "are waiting for you in the bar." By what certainly seemed to be, at the time, a stroke of evil fortune, I invited Mrs. Bundercombe and Eve to lunch with me at Prince's restaurant a few days after our return from the country. Mrs.
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