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Feeling, from experience, that any really delicate matter would only be entrusted to the most responsible member of the firm, he had asked to see Scriven himself, and just as he had taken his hat to go, he said casually: "By the way, you do some business for old Mr. Heythorp, don't you?" Scriven, raising his eyebrows a little, murmured: "Er no," in exactly the tone Mr.
And old Heythorp, digesting his osyters, snuffed the scent of the hyacinths, and thought of the St. Germain, his favourite soup. It would n't be first-rate, at this time of year should be made with little young home-grown peas. Paris was the place for it. Ah! The French were the fellows for eating, and looking things in the face! Not hypocrites not ashamed of their reason or their senses!
A chuckle escaped old Heythorp. "As death." Joe Pillin's voice passed up into the treble clef. "I can't bear irrevocable things. I consider you stampeded me, playing on my nerves." Examining the signatures old Heythorp murmured: "Tell your lawyer to lock it up. He must think you a sad dog, Joe." "Ah! Suppose on my death it comes to the knowledge of my wife!"
Still more moved by the mystery of this affair, Bob Pillin could only mutter: "I never gave you their address; we were only talking about old Heythorp." And at the smile which spread between Mr. Ventnor's whiskers, he jumped up, crying: "It's not the thing, and you're not going to put me off. I insist on an explanation." Mr.
He must think of something to fortify his position against that woman. And he said: "Send me Molly!" "Yes, sir." The man put down the port and went. Old Heythorp filled his glass, drank, and filled again. He took a cigar from the box and lighted it. The girl came in, a grey-eyed, dark-haired damsel, and stood with her hands folded, her head a little to one side, her lips a little parted.
Mistake to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs. I'll make it twelve hundred. If you force me to resign my directorships by bankruptcy, you won't get a rap, you know." Mr. Brownbee cleared his throat: "We think, Mr. Heythorp, you should make it at least fifteen hundred. In that case we might perhaps consider " Old Heythorp shook his head.
I may have the slips? Would you like to see a proof? With an 'a' you said oh! an 'e. Good afternoon!" And the secretary thought: 'Those fellows, what does go on inside them? Fancy not knowing the old chairman by now!... Back in the proper office of "The Island Navigation Company" old Heythorp sat smoking a cigar and smiling like a purring cat.
On the other hand, three hundred pounds was money; and, if old Heythorp were to say to him: "What do you want to make this fuss for here's what I owe you!" could a man of business and the world let his sense of justice however he might itch to have it satisfied stand in the way of what was after all also his sense of Justice? for this money had been owing to him for the deuce of along time.
Old Heythorp took up the long green glass, drained it, and repressing fumes and emotion went on with his partridge. His daughter pursed her lips, took a sip of water, and said: "I know their name is Larne, but it conveyed nothing to me; perhaps it's just as well." The old man, mastering a spasm, said with a grin: "My daughter-in-law and my granddaughter." "What! Ernest married Oh! nonsense!"
They shouldn't kick him off, though; he wouldn't give them that pleasure had seen the beggars hankering after his chairman's shoes too long. The souffle was before him now, and lifting his glass, he said: "Fill up." "These are the special glasses, sir; only four to the bottle." "Fill up." The servant filled, screwing up his mouth. Old Heythorp drank, and put the glass down empty with a sigh.
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