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Updated: June 11, 2025
Nell Gwyn was much with Charles; and after his tempestuous scenes with Barbara Villiers, and the feeling of dishonor which the Duchess of Portsmouth made him experience, the girl's good English bluntness was a pleasure far more rare than sentiment. Somehow, just as the people had come to mistrust "Madam Carwell," so they came to like Nell Gwyn.
However, I'm not crawling." "You'd better not!" declared his rival. "As for me, the brighter the sun the better I like it. Well, are we all ready?" The officials held a last consultation and announced that play might start. Mr. Carwell was to lead.
Another like that and he'll win the game!" "And I can do it, too!" boasted Carwell, who overheard what was said. The others drove off in turn, and the play reached the final stage of putting. Viola turned as though to go over and see what the trouble was among the automobiles. She looked back as she saw her father stoop to send the ball into the little depressed cup.
He could not get hold of the money he had invested, nor could he get hold of the money he had loaned Carwell. In his quandary he took certain securities belonging to Carwell and hypothecated them, expecting, later on, to make good as soon as he got some of his own money back. Of course the whole transaction was a rather shady one, and yet I still believe the young fellow wanted to be honest."
As for herself, Viola was not sure whether or not she would admit Captain Poland to that class. There was time enough yet. And so, as Bartlett went in to the telephone, to answer a call that had come most inopportunely for him, Viola Carwell and Captain Poland swept off along the pleasantly shaded country road.
Viola and Miss Carwell, going over the documents, had sorted them into two piles one to be submitted to the lawyer, the other being made up of obviously personal matters that could have no interest for any but members of the family.
It shocked Viola shocked her greatly, for she had, naturally, expected kindly sympathy and agreement from her friend. Dr. Baird, who had involuntarily begun to twist his small mustache at the entrance of Miss Webb, looked at her in admiration of her good looks and because she upheld a theory to which he felt himself committed a theory that Mr. Carwell was a plain out-and-out suicide. Dr.
"Did you bring it to the attention of the coroner or the prosecutor that Harry Bartlett saw my father just before-before his death, and quarreled with him? Did you tell that, Captain Poland?" Viola Carwell was like a stem accuser now. "Did you?" she demanded again. "I did," answered Captain Poland, not, however, without an effort. "I felt that it was my duty to do so.
Carwell had come to his death by an active agent in the nature of some substance, as yet unknown, which he either swallowed purposely, by accident, or because some one gave it to him either knowingly or unknowingly. This was a sufficiently broad hypothesis on which to base almost anything, thought Colonel Ashley, as he sat and listened in the corner of the improvised courtroom.
The letters in the secret drawer, which had so worried Viola, proved to be very simple, after all. They referred to a certain local committee, organized for an international financial deal which Mr. Carwell was endeavoring to swing with Captain Poland. The latter thought, because of his intimate association with Viola's father, that the latter might use his influence in the captain's love affair.
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