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I've got him locked up. Nice doings, this is!" "Mitchell?" "Yes. I wouldn't have thought it of him. What was the reason?" "There is never but one reason. Money. Who's this?" It was Mr. Boland, attended by Mr. Ferdie Sedgwick, both sadly disheveled and bearing marks of a sleepless night. Francis Charles spoke hurriedly to the sheriff. "Oh, I say, Barton!
"Must be some fam'ly friend, though," I goes on. "We'll take a chance, Vincent. Tell Blair to breeze in." I might have had bean enough to have looked for another pair of shell-rimmed glasses too. That's what shows up. Only this party, instead of beamin' mild and foolish through 'em, same as Ferdie does, stares through his sort of peevish.
Robert about not rememberin' her better, darin' him to look her square in the eyes, and such little tricks. Say, she was some whirlwind performer, take it from me. I discovers that everybody was "Honey" to her, even Ferdie. And you should have seen him tint up and glance panicky at Marjorie the first time she put it over on him. As for Miss Hampton, she appears to be enjoyin' the whole thing.
Maurice, joyous and adventurous again, sent himself to South Africa, to enlist in the Imperial Light Horse. Ferdie Cameron went out also with the Second Gordon Highlanders, solving, perhaps, another problem. "It's no use trying to be sorry, Mummy," Dorothy said.
He disapproved of Vera and of her going to see Vera; she remembered that he had even disapproved, long ago, of poor Ferdie, though he liked him. Evidently he disapproved of "Booster's" wife for the same reason that he disapproved of Vera. That was why he didn't say so. "I believe you think all the time I'm right," she said. "Would you go down if you were he?" "No. I wouldn't." "Why not?"
But drivel and drool very excellent words." Mr. Thompson took a cigar and seated himself, expectant and happy. "Boland, what did you come here for, anyhow?" demanded Ferdie explosively. "Do you play tennis? Do you squire the girls? Do you take a hand at bridge? Do you fish? Row? Swim? Motor? Golf? Booze? Not you! Might as well have stayed in New York.
How frisky a few freak clothes make you feel, don't they? Mr. Robert begins cuttin' up at once, and even Ferdie shows signs of wantin' to indulge in frivolous motions, if he only knew how. The reg'lar movie people gets the idea this is goin' to be some kind of a lark, and they joins in, too.
He was in his room in another part of the building, and hastened to obey her command. She was livid with anger and seemed to have grown old. She went over and kissed him voluptuously and then she began: "Ferdie," and she whispered hoarsely, "now you have got to do something for me. You are not going to let the child of Verisschenzko be master of Ardayre!
She was altogether out of it except as a meaningless counter in their incomprehensible, grown-up game. There had been no peace or quietness or security in her little life of eleven years. She seemed to have spent most of her time in being turned out of one room because her father had come into it, and out of another because her mother wanted to be alone in it with Ferdie.
So long as things went his way he was a prince, right there with the jolly haw-haw, fond of callin' wifey pet names before strangers, and posin' as an easy mark, but let anybody try to pull off any programme that didn't jibe with his, and black clouds rolled up sudden in the West. "I do hope," goes on Ferdie, "that nothing of that sort occurs while we are here."
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