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Herresford had watched her from under his screwed-up eyelids, and, as she commenced to read, he sighed irritably. "If you'll come back this evening," he whined, after a long pause, "I'll see what I can do. I'm expecting Notley, my lawyer, this morning, and I don't want to be worried. I've a lot of figures to go through. Now, run away, Mary, and I'll think it over."
The murmuring and whispering and hoarse exclamations of astonishment at this announcement interrupted the preacher's discourse for a moment. " that Mr. Herresford unlawfully withheld from her a very large income, left by his wife.
Well, what then? Would the old man thank his banker for making an accusation of criminality against his grandson? Herresford might be a mean man, but the honor of his name was doubtless dear to him. What would come of a public trial? Obviously, Dick Swinton would be disinherited and disgraced. The banker knew that it was his duty to proceed at once, if he detected a fraud.
You are the daughter of Mr. Herresford." "You were once my mother's lawyer, Mr. Jevons," said Mrs. Swinton, plunging at once into business. "I had that honor. Won't you sit down?" "It is twenty-five years ago more than that." "Yes. You have married since then." "I married Mr. Swinton, the rector of St. Botolph's." "Indeed, indeed. That is very interesting. And now you are living ?"
"No overdrawn account yet awhile, surely." "No, Mr. Swinton, nothing as trivial as that. I have just left Mr. Herresford at Asherton Hall, and he makes a very serious charge concerning two checks drawn by him, one for two thousand, the other for five thousand dollars. He declares that they are forgeries." "Forgeries! What do you mean?" "To be more accurate, the checks have been altered.
It certainly captivated Mary Herresford, a girl of nineteen, who was among those bewitched. She adored the young preacher, whom later she married secretly; and the red flame of their passionate love had never died down.
He placed an especially large velvet-covered cushion behind the invalid's back, straightened the skull-cap so that the tassel should not fall over the eye; then, assuming a stony expression of face, turned to go. Herresford mumbled and appealed until the door was closed; then, he seemed to recover his courage and his tongue. "So, you're here again," he snapped. "What is it now what is it now?
"He was in an awful hole, up to his eyes in debt, and threatened with arrest. He almost ruined his father and mother, and forged his grandfather's signature to two checks, robbing him of seven thousand dollars or, rather, defrauded the bank, for Herresford won't pay, and the bank must. It is poor Ormsby who will be the sufferer.
Old Herresford allowed his daughter only sufficient for her personal needs, which were, naturally, rather extravagant, for she had been reared and had lived always in the atmosphere of wealth. Matters were further complicated by the fact that Mrs. Swinton, though she adored her husband, hated his parish cordially.
"If I knew where he was at the present moment," exclaimed the colonel, thumping the table again, "I'd give information to the police. As for Ormsby, when he gets your letter if you've written it he'll search the wide world for him. He will be saving me the trouble. Swinton must pay the penalty and the sooner the better." "I've seen Mr. Herresford, who said it was only a question of money."
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