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"I always fall for white roses." Crawshay's eyes twinkled as he took his place. "Do you remember your English history?" he asked. "This is perhaps destined to become a battle of red and white roses red roses at Claridge's and white roses here." "Which won in history?" she asked indifferently. "That I won't tell you," he said, "in case you should be superstitious.
I may be or I may not, but that doesn't make me any the more likely to come in on your side of the game." Mr. Crawshay's gesture was entirely convincing. "My dear Miss Sharey," he said softly, "I am going to take a holiday. Business is one thing and pleasure is another. For this evening I am going to put business out of my mind.
He felt Crawshay's presence towering over him, felt again the spell of his softly-spoken command. "Don't waste any time, please. Do as I tell you." Robins obeyed. In less than a quarter of an hour he handed over another slip of paper. Crawshay thrust it into his pocket. "That concludes our business," he said. "Now let me see if I remember enough of this apparatus to put it out of action."
"Crawshay's a good fellow enough," her brother remarked, "and the girl's all right, although at one time " He stopped short, but his sister's eyes were fixed upon him enquiringly. "At one time," he continued, "I used to think that she was mad about Jocelyn Thew. Not that that made any difference so far as he was concerned. He never seemed to find time or place in his life for women."
The price of iron was then very high, and the best sorts were still imported from abroad; a good deal of the foreign iron and steel being still landed at the Steelyard on the Thames, in the immediate neighbourhood of Crawshay's ironmongery store.
Crawshay meditated for a moment. "Look here, Miss Beverley," he said, "I have a friend who is chief in this country of a department which I will not name. Will you dine with me to-night and let me invite him to meet you?" She shook her head. "It is a very kind thought," she declared, "but I am engaged. Mr. Jocelyn Thew is dining here." Crawshay's face for a moment was very black indeed.
Richard sent him without difficulty crashing back into the street, only to find that simultaneously the other door had been opened, and that his hands were held from behind in a grip of iron. At the same time he looked into the muzzle of Crawshay's revolver. "Sit down," the latter commanded. Brightman, too, was in the taxicab, and one of the other men had his foot upon the step.
Crawshay's voyage through the air wasn't altogether a piece of bravado, after all." The purser smiled a little incredulously. "He sent round this evening to know if I could lend him some flannel pyjamas," he said, "says all the things that have been collected together for him are too thin. That man makes me tired, sir." "He makes me wonder." "How's that, sir?"
I stood still with horror. "Do you think he's on Crawshay's track?" "I don't know. I'll find out." And before I could remonstrate he had wheeled me round; when I found my voice he merely laughed, and whispered that the bold course was the safe one every time. "But it's madness " "Not it. Shut up! Is that YOU, Mr. Mackenzie?"
Crawshay," he said, "you will forgive my saying so, but Jocelyn Thew is not a man you ought to tackle without assistance." There was a peculiar glitter in Crawshay's deep-set eyes. For a single moment a new-born strength seemed to deepen the lines in his face a transforming change. "You needn't worry, Captain," he remarked coolly. "I am not taking too many chances, and if our friend Mr.
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