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I am ready to do any thing you know that." "Your wife's friendship with this fellow Wingate has got to be nipped in the bud," Phipps declared. "Yes, but how?" Dredlinton demanded. "Josephine and I aren't anything to one another any more you know that. She goes her own way." "She lives in your house," Phipps said.
There was a moment of intense silence. Dredlinton was listening, indifferently at first, then as though spellbound, his lips a little parted, his cheeks colourless, his eyes filled with a strange terror. Presently he laid down the receiver, although he failed to replace it. He turned very slowly around, and his eyes, still filled with a haunting fear, sought Wingate's.
His hostess proceeded to give the latter some of her attention. "Mr. Phipps," she said, "they tell me you've taken that scoundrel of a nephew of mine Dredlinton into your business, whatever it is. He won't do you any good, you know." "I'm very sorry to hear that," Phipps replied. "He seemed to me rather a brainy person for his order." "One for me," Lady Amesbury chuckled. "I don't care.
"Well, there's young Stanley Rees, Phipps' nephew, who came in for three hundred thousand pounds a few years ago," Maurice White answered; "old skinflint Martin, who may be worth half a million but certainly not more; and Dredlinton. Dredlinton's rabbit, of course. He hasn't got a bob.
"It is a private message from a correspondent in New York, who is a personal friend of Lord Dredlinton's," Phipps declared. "It is of no concern to any one except ourselves. Dredlinton, you must make your wife understand " "Understand?" Dredlinton broke in. "Give me that message, madam." He snatched at it. Wingate leaned over and swung him on one side.
"By the by, though," he added, a moment or two later, "your servants don't seem in a great hurry to answer that bell." Dredlinton pressed it more violently than ever. By listening intently both men could hear its faraway summons. But nothing happened. The house itself seemed empty. There was not even the sound of a footfall. "You will really have to change your servants," Wingate continued.
Kendrick rose from his place and laid his hand on Dredlinton's shoulder. "Come and sit down, Dredlinton," he said shortly. "You're making an idiot of yourself." "Go to hell!" the other replied truculently. "Who are you? Just that man's broker, that's all. Want to sell wheat, Wingate, or buy it, eh?" Wingate looked at him steadily. "You're drunk," he said.
"So am I," Lord Dredlinton announced, with a bland smile. "I am aware of it," was the curt reply. "You don't approve of our company?" "I do not." Lord Dredlinton shrugged his shoulders. He lit a cigarette and dismissed the subject. "Well, well," he continued amiably, "there is no need for us to quarrel, I hope.
Shields stood looking meditatively about him, his hands thrust deep into his coat pockets. "What is the physician's report?" the former asked. The inspector seemed to come back from a brown study. "Ah! Upon Lord Dredlinton? A very good report from your point of view, Mr. Wingate.
Dredlinton kicked a footstool out of his way, frowning angrily. "The B. & I. is only an ordinary business concern," he insisted. "We have a right to make money if we are clever enough to do it. We speculate in lots of other things besides wheat, and we have our losses to face as well as our profits. I believe that fellow Wingate is at the bottom of all this agitation.
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