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"And how is jolly old Blighty?" remarked the Adjutant. "Thank Heaven! leave approaches." "About the same." Jesson helped himself to a whisky-and-soda. "Darker than ever, and taxis an impossibility. Still I dare say I shall be glad enough to go back when my first leave comes due," he added with a laugh. "Is this your first time out?" asked Staunton. "Yes."
I don't think Essendorf would be at all likely to give away any more interesting information in the domestic circle." "What are we all going to do, then?" Maggie asked. "We are met here to discuss it," Nigel replied. "Jesson is off to Russia this afternoon. I asked him to come round and have a few last words with us, in case there was anything to suggest for us stay-at-homes."
There was never a second's hesitation about "The Destiny of Phillip Bourke." The critics praised and the public bought it. Edition followed edition. Douglas Jesson took his place without an effort amongst the foremost writers of the day. And this same success brought him face to face with one of the great crises of his life. It brought Joan to him, successful at last in her long search.
We've got to the point haven't we, where in my story, of course the German dressed in Brinton's uniform comes into the English lines. Now what sort of a man would they send in this part of the line, where mining activity is great? I continue the theory, you see; that's all." He looked at Jesson, who made no reply; though without cessation he moistened his lips with his tongue. "A miner."
Drexley glanced through the letter rapidly, read it again more carefully, and then turned with a perplexed face to a little telephone which stood upon his table. He summoned his manager, an untidy-looking person with crumpled hair and inkstained fingers which he seemed perpetually attempting to conceal. "Mr. Warmington, is that Jesson story set up?" the editor inquired. "Yes, sir.
Then he sat back and with his finger he pointed at a spot above his left breast-pocket. "You have never been out to the front, you say; your coat is a new one by Jones & Jones; and yet until recently you have been wearing the ribbon of a medal. What medal, Jesson, what medal? It shows up, that clean patch in the light. John Brinton went to Jones & Jones; and John Brinton had a Military Cross."
Yet when he reached the club he was breathless, and the hand which lighted a cigar in the hall shook. On the stairs he met an acquaintance. "Going to dine, Drexley?" "No, I don't think so," he answered blankly. "Do you know if Jesson is in the club?" "Haven't seen him. Come and have a drink. You look a bit shaky." Drexley shook his head.
Douglas Jesson, I have never spoken of these things to any breathing man, but every word is the gospel truth." Then again there was a silence, for dismay had stolen into the heart of the man who listened. For Douglas knew that the bonds were upon him too, though they had lain upon his shoulders like silken threads. Rice came over to him and laid his hand almost affectionately upon his arm.
"Oh, the usual old crowd," answered Jesson "I don't expect you know many of them though, do you, Major? Ginger Stretton in the 14th Battalion do you know him by any chance?" "No, I don't think I do." His face was in the shadow, but had it been visible a slightly puzzled frown might have been seen on his forehead.
Immelan watched Nigel's retreating figure with a menacing frown. "I find it so," he replied. "Our wonderful prima donna is in great voice to-night and I like to be prepared for all possible combinations." Maggie came suddenly into the library at Belgrave Square, where Jesson, Chalmers and Nigel were talking together. She carried in her hand a note, which she handed to the latter.
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