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Updated: September 11, 2025
"Now, Hargate, what a fellow you are! I've been looking for you everywhere. Don't you know it's the House against the Town boys. It's lucky that the Town have got the first innings; they began a quarter of an hour ago." "How tiresome!" Frank Hargate said. "I was watching a most interesting thing here. Don't you see this little chaffinch nest in the bush, with a newly hatched brood.
"Oh!" said Lord Dreever. His air did not belie his feelings. He looked pensive, and was pensive. It was deuced awkward, this twenty pounds business. Hargate was watching him covertly. It was his business to know other people's business, and he knew that Lord Dreever was impecunious, and depended for supplies entirely on a prehensile uncle.
He had given Hargate twenty pounds' worth of snubbing, and the latter had presented the bills. If it were not paid, things would happen. Hargate and he were members of the same club, and a member of a club who loses money at cards to a fellow member, and fails to settle up, does not make himself popular with the committee. He must get the money. There was no avoiding that conclusion. But how?
"Look here, Hargate, you have made a nice mess of it, and the game looks as bad as can be. Whatever you do, play carefully. Don't let out at anything that comes straight. The great thing is to bother their bowling a bit. They're so cocky now, that pretty near every ball is straight on the wickets. Be content with blocking for a bit, and Handcock will soon go off.
A close finish to even the worst game is exciting. Jimmy leaned still further forward to watch the next stroke. It looked as if Hargate would have to wait for his victory. A good player could have made a cannon as the balls lay, but not Hargate. They were almost in a straight line, with, white in the center. Hargate swore under his breath. There was nothing to be done.
"Not such a good shot as the last," he said. "No." "Fine shot, that other." "Fluke." "I wonder." Jimmy lighted a cigarette. "Do you know New York at all?" he asked. "Been there." "Ever been in the Strollers' Club?" Hargate turned his back, but Jimmy had seen his face, and was satisfied. "Don't know it," said Hargate. "Great place," said Jimmy. "Mostly actors and writers, and so on.
"There's always some drawback to the learned professions," said Jimmy. "But there's a heap to make up for it in this one," said Hargate. "Well, look here, is it a deal? You'll stand in " Jimmy shook his head. "I guess not," he said. "It's good of you, but commercial speculation never was in my line. I'm afraid you must count me out of this." "What! You're going to tell ?"
Lord Dreever introduced Hargate and Jimmy to the statuesque lady in the tonneau; and then there was an awkward silence. At this point, Spike came up, chuckling amiably, with a magazine in his hand. "Gee!" said Spike. "Say, boss, de mug what wrote dis piece must have bin livin' out in de woods. Say, dere's a gazebo what wants to swipe de heroine's jools what's locked in a drawer.
Castle Barfield, Heydon Hey, and Beacon Hargate form the three points of a triangle. Barfield is a parish of some pretensions; Heydon Hey is a village; Beacon Hargate is no more than a hamlet. There is not much that is picturesque in Beacon Hargate, or its neighbourhood.
Five minutes later, Sir Thomas pressed the bell. Saunders appeared. "Tell his lordship," said Sir Thomas, "that I wish to see him a moment. He is in the billiard-room, I think." The game between Hargate and Lord Dreever was still in progress when Jimmy returned to the billiard-room. A glance at the board showed that the score was seventy sixty-nine, in favor of spot. "Good game," said Jimmy.
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