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For Douglas Jesson there was a future never more bright than now. "Come," he said. "You must drink with me once. Waiter, two more liqueurs." "Success," Rice cried, lifting his glass, "to your interview with Drexley! He's not a bad chap, although he has his humours." Douglas drained his glass to the dregs but he drank to a different toast. The two men left the place together.
Jesson," Chalmers explained, dropping his voice a little, "was a highly privileged and very much valued member of our Intelligence Department, until he resigned a few months ago. I think that if you could spare an hour or two any time this evening, Dorminster, it would interest you very much to know exactly the reason for Mr. Jesson's resignation."
The report seems to have been sent to him for safety, but the sender of it, of whose probity, by the by, the American Ambassador pledges himself, appears to have been sent to China by you." "Jesson!" Nigel exclaimed. "I have heard of this already, sir, from a friend in the American Embassy." "The dispatch," Mr.
Drexley closed the door but he showed no signs of excitement. "Jesson," he began, "I hated you once because I was the poor slave of a woman who cared nothing for me or any who had gone before me, and who from the first looked upon you differently. I hated you from the day Emily de Reuss wrote me, and ordered me to delay your story and deny you work so that you might be driven to go to her for aid.
I'll not be your slave, Emily shut out from your confidence waiting day by day for God knows what." She drew herself up. A storm of passion blazed in her face. The new tenderness which had so transfigured it, had passed away. "Then go!" she ordered, pointing to the door. "You make a mockery of what you call love. I never wish to see you again, Douglas Jesson."
The thing was awkward, but it must be faced. "You have come to see us about your story, I suppose, Mr. Jesson?" he began. "A very fair story indeed for a beginner, as I suppose you are. I am hoping that some day we may be able to make use of it for the Ibex." Douglas looked up quickly. "I understood Mr. Rice that you were using it in the next issue of the magazine," he said. "The next issue!"
"Have you ever studied the question of the importance of matters of detail, Jesson?" he remarked quietly to the impassive figure facing him across the table. "I can't say that I have, sir," answered the other, politely stifling a yawn. "You should. A most interesting study. My story concerns points of detail.
There is a young man named Jesson who has sent you a story, and who hopes to secure more work from you. It is not my wish that he should have it at present, and with regard to the work which you have already accepted, please let its production be delayed as long as possible, and payment for it made on the smallest possible scale. You will wonder at this, I know. Never mind.
He assisted her to dismount and entered the house with her. "There is something here I should like to show you, Maggie," he said, as he drew a dispatch from his pocket. "It was sent round to me half an hour ago by Chalmers, from the American Embassy." "It's about Gilbert Jesson!" Maggie exclaimed, holding out her hand for it. Nigel nodded. "There's a note inside, and an enclosure," he said.
The Adjutant was looking frankly amazed. "You aren't generally so loquacious." "That's why to-night my little whim must be humoured," answered Staunton with a slight smile. "Sit down, please, Jesson. It's quite an amusing little yarn, and I would like your opinion on it." "No hope for you, old boy. Dickie has turned into a social success."
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