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The next morning at 8 o'clock, when the iceman called, the cook told him that Miss Coulson wanted to see him in the basement. "Well, ain't I the Olcott and Depew; not mentioning the first name at all?" said the iceman, admiringly, of himself. As a concession he rolled his sleeves down, dropped his icehooks on a syringa and went back.
Coulson had done the sum quicker, but was too much disheartened by the amount to speak. 'And the goodwill? asked the pitiless John. 'What dost thee set that at? 'I think, brother, that that would depend on who came forward with the purchase-money of the stock and fixtures. To some folks we might make it sit easy, if they were known to us, and those as we wished well to.
A glance from his eyes to Philip told the latter that Coulson believed the business spoken of had something to do with the partnership, respecting which there had been a silent intelligence for some time between the shopmen. 'And what did thou say? asked Philip, doggedly unwilling, even yet, to give up his purposed visit. 'Say! why, what could a say, but that we'd come?
There was never, perhaps, a time when, on paper, things had seemed smoother, when the distant mutterings of disaster were less audible. It was only those who were behind the curtain who realized how deceptive appearances were. In a few minutes his secretary reappeared, ushering in Mr. James B. Coulson. Mr.
We can all go to the theatre together; the omnibus is outside." The little party passed through the foyer and into the hall of the hotel, where they waited while the Duchess' carriage was called. Mr. Coulson was there in an easy chair, smoking a cigar, and watching the people coming and going. He studied the passers-by with ah air of impersonal but pleased interest.
I am sorry to have troubled you, anyway, but the matter was sort of urgent." Sir Edward bent his head. "I understand, Mr. Coulson," he said, "that you come from the United States." "That is so, sir," Mr. Coulson replied. "I am at the head of a syndicate, the Coulson & Bruce Syndicate, which in course of time hope to revolutionize the machinery used for spinning wool all over the world.
Coulson exclaimed. "Not only to Paris," the other replied dryly, "but to discover one Mr. James B. Coulson, whose health I now have the pleasure of drinking." Mr. Coulson drained the glass which the waiter had just filled. "Well, this licks me!" he exclaimed.
Penelope asked, "as though he were afraid of something happening?" Mr. Coulson shook his head. "No more than usual," he answered. "I guess your police over here aren't quite so smart as ours, or they'd have been on the track of this thing before now.
Coulson, catching hold of her sunbonnet and giving her a little shake, "you gave that young man a severer rebuke than I managed in half-an-hour's hard talk. Now, cheer up, Sandy. Things aren't hopeless yet." "Och, and it iss not hopeless I will be," said the old man, with a stately air. His face lit up, and his eyes took on a far-away look.
"You are quite sure there is nothing further we can do for you, Mr. Coulson?" "Nothing at all, I thank you, sir," that gentleman answered. "I have only got to thank you once more for the pleasure of this brief interview. Good night!" "Good night, and bon voyage!" Sir Edward answered. The door was closed. The two men looked at one another for a moment. Mr.
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