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George burst out, "that the money you paid me for the gun really came from a friend of yours?" "I do, sir." Gadgem's gimlet eye was worming itself into Temple's. "What's his name?" "Gadgem, sir John Gadgem, of Gadgem & Coombs Gadgem sole survivor, since Coombs is with the angels; the foreclosure having taken place last month: hence these weeds."
George tried to stop him with a frown, but Pawson's face was turned towards Harry and he failed to get the signal. "Quite right, and quite lucky; they were both important items in Mr. Gadgem's list, and both checks passed through the bank and were paid before the smash came."
This and the discovery of Pawson's and Gadgem's treachery had greatly incensed him. "And you tell me, Pawson, that that scoundrel, Gadgem, has Todd go down and bring him up here immediately has had the audacity to run a pawnshop for my benefit without so much as asking my leave? peddling my things? lying to me straight through?" Here the door opened and Gadgem's face peered in.
The little man laid his battered hat silently on a chair near the door, pulled down his tight linen sleeves with the funereal binding, adjusted his high black stock, and with half-creeping, half-cringing movement, advanced to where St. George sat. "I said good-morning, Mr. Gadgem," repeated St. George in his most captivating tone of voice. He had been greatly amused at Gadgem's antics.
There was a note of pained surprise in his voice. "I don't want you to put it that way, sir." His heart really bled for him it was all he could do to control himself. "How the devil else can I put it?" "Well, I thought you might want to do a little shooting, sir." "Shooting! What with? One of Gadgem's guns? Hire it of him, eh, and steal the powder and shot!" he cried savagely.
George Wilmot Temple, not even by a tone of the voice, and Gadgem's was certainly suggestive of a well-defined and most offensive doubt. Todd moved up closer; Dandy rose to his feet, thinking he might be of use. The little man looked from one to the other. He might add an action for assault and battery to the claim, but that would delay its collection. "Then at TWELVE o'clock, to-morrow, Mr.
He had twice before determined to set aside enough money from former cash receipts to liquidate Jemima's debt once from the proceeds of Gadgem's gun and again from what Floyd paid him for the dogs but Todd had insisted with such vehemence that he needed it for the marketing, that he had let it go over. The one remaining object of real value was the famous loving-cup.
Harry, who was getting interested, scanned the long slip and handed it to St. George, who studied it for a moment and returned it to Harry. "You will note, I beg of you, sir, the first item." There was a tone of triumph now in Gadgem's voice.
The young attorney, with Gadgem's assistance, had staved off some accounts until a legal ultimatum had been reached, and, having but few resources of his own left, had, with Todd's help, decided that the silver loving-cup presented to his client's father by the Marquis de Castullux could alone save the situation a decision which brought an emphatic refusal from the owner.
"Well, will he get the money?" cried Harry, his face lighting up, his interest in the outcome outweighing his amusement over Gadgem's antics and expressions. "He WILL, sir," rejoined Gadgem decisively. "And you are so sure of it that you would be willing to advance one-half the amount if the account was turned over to you this minute?" cried Harry eagerly.
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