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Colonel Flitcroft turned upon him violently. "You've already stated it." "Then, if he is behind the ugly things, too," said Roger, "we must take him either way, so let us be glad of the beauty for its own sake. Eskew says this is a wicked town. It may be I don't know. He says it's badly built; perhaps it is; but it doesn't seem to me that it's ugly in itself.
"The only letter received to-day which referred to diamonds was a notification of a shipment from South Africa." Mr. Latham thoughtfully drummed on his desk. "Well, I'm expecting some such letter," he explained. "When it comes please call it to my attention. Send my stenographer in." Mr. Flitcroft nodded and withdrew; and for an hour or more Mr.
"Will you excuse me?" he asked, and there was no doubt that he felt that he had been given more than his share that evening, even though he was fat. "Yes, indeed." Her laughter was continuous. "I should think you WOULD be glad to get rid of me after that. Ha, ha, ha! Poor Mr. Flitcroft, you know you are!"
He stumbled away; Respectability and he, together, interfering alarmingly with the comfort of Mr. Flitcroft, who had stopped in the middle of the pavement to stare glassily at Ariel. Eugene accompanied the latter into the house, and Joe, looking back, understood: Mamie had sent his step-brother to bring Ariel in and to keep him from following. "This afternoon!"
Laughing a little, she swept across the bulbous face beside her a swift regard that was like a search-light. "How do you KNOW, Mr. Flitcroft," she went on very rapidly, raising her voice, "how do you KNOW that Mr. Louden is familiar with this place? The newspapers may have been falsely informed; you must admit that? Then how do you KNOW? Have you ever MET any one who has seen him there?"
"My soul!" said Mr. Davey. "It seems to know some of us!" "Yes," agreed Mr. Arp, his voice recovered, "and I know IT." "You do?" exclaimed the Colonel. "I do, and so do you. It's Fanny Louden's boy, 'Gene, come home for his Christmas holidays." "By George! you're right," cried Flitcroft; "I recognize him now." "But what's the matter with him?" asked Mr. Bradbury, eagerly.
She whispered a syllable of warning, and the dishes were hurriedly withdrawn as Norbert Flitcroft, wearing a solemn expression of injury, came out upon the veranda. He halted suddenly. "What's that?" he asked, with suspicion. "Nothing," answered Ariel, sharply. "Where?" "Behind those palms." "Probably your own shadow," she laughed; "or it might have been a draught moving the leaves."
"I have to talk with Norbert Flitcroft. I'm going back with him. Good-bye." His excuse was the mere truth, his conversation with Norbert, in the carriage which they managed to secure to themselves, continuing earnestly until Joe spoke to the driver and alighted at a corner, near Mr. Farbach's Italian possessions.
Several of the young men rose; the wretched Flitcroft, however, evading Mamie's eye in which there was a distinct hint, sat where he was until all of them, except Eugene, had taken a reluctant departure, one group after another, leaving in the order of their arrival. Joe, is THIS the mettle of your daring?
I'm working through a law-school here and remember me to Norbert Flitcroft," he finished, with a chuckle. Eugene covered his eyes again and groaned. "It's all right," Joe assured him. "You're as safe as if it had never happened. And I expect" he went on, thoughtfully "I expect, maybe, you'd prefer NOT to say you'd seen me, when you go back to Canaan. Well, that's all right.
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