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Conward was careful to drop no word in Irene's hearing that could be taken as a direct reflection upon Dave, but she was conscious of an influence, a magnetism, it almost seemed, the whole tendency of which was to pull her away from Elden.
Dave thought he had not before seen so much womanly charm in any figure. "Do join us," said Mrs. Hardy. It was evident to Mrs. Hardy that it would be correct for her to support Mr. Conward's invitation. "You are very kind," said Dave, as he seated himself. "I had not hoped for this pleasure." And yet the pleasure was not unmixed. He felt that Conward had out-played him.
You would consider an investment of say ." He paused, and Mrs. Hardy supplied the information for which he was waiting. "About twenty-five thousand dollars," she said. "We can hardly invest that much," Irene interrupted, in a whisper. "We must have something to live on." "People here live on the profits of their investments, do they not, Mr. Conward?" Mrs. Hardy inquired.
"It need not, however, affect the transaction in the slightest degree. A new agreement will be drawn at once an agreement in which the firm of Conward & Elden will not be concerned." "That will be more satisfactory," said Mrs. Hardy. She intended the remark for Dave's ears, but he had moved to a corner of the room and was conversing in low tones with Irene.
Conward, on the other hand, knew that his standing with Irene would not, as yet, justify him in playing any trump card. He realized that the girl's affections were placed on Elden, but he trusted, by winning for himself an intimate position in the family, to grow gradually into more favourable relationship with her.
I have always felt that there was something false in Conward something that wouldn't stand test. I thought it was in his business life; and yet that didn't quite seem to give the answer. Now I know." There was the sound of a key in the street door, and Conward entered. Conward paused as he entered the room.
"Do you consider it fair to select inexperienced women for your victims?" Conward made a deprecating gesture. "There is nothing to be gained by quarreling, Dave," he said. "Let us face the situation fairly. Let us get at the facts. When we have agreed as to facts, then we may agree as to procedure." "Shoot," said Dave.
This is a white man's climate. Follow our latitude into Europe if you want to find the seats of power and success. London and Berlin are north of us; Paris very little south." "Where did you get this stuff?" Dave interjected. "Sounds like the prelude of an address before a boomsters' club." "I've been thinking, while you've been too busy to think," Conward retorted. "Then there's transportation.
Irene and Dave chatted with the boy for a few moments, trying to make him feel at home in his strange surroundings; then Irene turned to some arrangements for his comfort, and Dave started down stairs. In the passage he was met by Conward. Conward seemed at last to have dropped the mask; he leered insolently, triumphantly, in Dave's face. "What are you doing here?"
He turned his swollen, bloody face to Dave's, and hatred stood up in his eyes as he uttered the threat. "I'll hit you, Dave," he repeated, "where you can't hit back." "Thanks for the warning," said Elden. "So Irene Hardy is to be the stake. All right; I'll sit in. And I'll win." "You'll think you've won," returned Conward, leeringly. "And then you'll find out that you didn't.
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