Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 11, 2025
"Those are the shares which you will transfer to me at the price I suggest." "I'll see you damned first," roared Crotin, bringing his hand down smash on the table. "Sit down again for one moment." The colonel's voice was gentle but insistent. "Do you know Maggie Delman?" Suddenly Crotin's face went white.
She was in a high position when I married." "Five years ago," said Boundary, "you married the daughter of Lord Westsevern. It cost you a hundred thousand pounds to pay the old man's debts." The Yorkshireman stared at him. "How did you know that?" he asked. "You're nominated for Parliament, too, aren't you. And you're to be Mayor of Little Thornhill?" Mr. Crotin laughed uproariously.
Crotin's library was the most comfortable room in the house. It was lighted by French windows which opened on to a small terrace. Long red velvet curtains were drawn, and a little fire crackled on the hearth. When the door closed Crotin turned upon his guest. "Now, damn you," he said harshly, "what's thy proposition? Make it a reasonable sum and I'll pay thee."
"That's right, love," said Mr. Crotin eagerly. He would be glad to see some new face, and that it was a new face he could guess by the interest in Lady Sybil's tone. "It is a Mr. de Silva. Have you ever met him?" "No, love, I've not. Is he a foreigner?" "He's a Portuguese gentleman," said his wife's voice; "and he has been most helpful and most generous." "Bring him along," said Crotin heartily.
He thought for a moment. "Even then it wouldn't have been sufficient unless we had Crotin to support you." Stafford cleared his throat. "I have a second witness, sir," he said. "The devil you have!" Sir Stanley raised his eyebrows. "Who was your second witness?" "Jack o' Judgment," said Stafford, and Sir Stanley jumped to his feet. "Jack o' Judgment!" he repeated. "What do you mean?"
He sat watching with gloomy interest the progress of the little revue which was a feature of the Orpheum programme, and his mind was occupied by a very pressing problem. He was shaken, too, by the interview he had had with the Huddersfield police. He had had to fake a story to explain why he left the library, and why, in his absence, Mr. Crotin had committed suicide.
You see, I do not do any business by letters. You fellows have often wanted me to write to this person and that, but writing is evidence. Do you get me? And what evidence has Crotin? Absolutely none. I have never written a line to him in my life. Crewe brought him down to the flat. We gave him a dinner and put the proposal to him in plain language.
His estate, which has been sworn at over a million, passes to his niece, Lady Sybil Crotin, the daughter of Lord Westsevern, Sir George's son and heir having been killed in the war. Lady Sybil is the wife of a well-known Yorkshire mill-owner." "I didn't know that," said Pinto, interested in spite of himself. "Nor did I till to-day," said the colonel.
Oh, aye, they're all right," he said. "I wish everything was as right as them." "As they," she corrected. "As they," said the humble Mr. Crotin. "There's something wrong," she said, and shook her head, and Mr. Crotin found himself going white. "I'll have a talk with you when I've got this wretched bazaar business out of my head," she added, and with a little nod she left him.
John Crotin thought he was the most impressive personality he had met, when he stalked into the drawing-room and took the proffered hand of the mill-owner. "This is Mr. de Silva," said his wife, who had been waiting for her guest. "As I told you, John, Mr. de Silva has been awfully kind.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking