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And is the supply of "Nature" unlimited in the sense of land, mines, and factories fully equipped with the right machinery and served and supplied by adequate means of transport? Surely the failure In production on which Mr Kitson so rightly lays stress is due, at least partly, to lack of good workers, good organisers, good machinery, and good transport facilities.
"Well, sir," said the girl, making a fight for her reputation, "I only glanced at the ticket and I only noticed " "Yes, you did," interrupted Beale sharply, "you read every line of it. Where was it?" "Rosenblaum Bros., of Commercial Road," blurted the girl. "Any number?" "I didn't see the number." "You will find them in the telephone book," said Kitson. "What does it mean?"
He invariably carried his hat as though it were a rifle he were shouldering. He bowed ceremoniously and closed the door behind him. "Mr. ah Kitson?" he said, and advanced a big hand. "I received your note and am, as you will observe, punctual. I may say that my favourite motto is 'Punctuality is the politeness of princes." "You know Mr. Beale?" Mr. White bowed stiffly. "I have ah met Mr. Beale."
Their talk and their ideas were worldly and foolish too, and as they lacked the sense and the good taste which might have checked them, they were anything but improving to any girls they came in contact with. Kitty had never liked either of the Kitson girls; they had nothing in common, and everything Lettice and Maude did jarred on her.
"Jackson, or Prédeaux, was her father," said Kitson, "it was believed that he was dead; but after John Millinborn's death I set inquiries on foot and discovered that he had been serving a life sentence in Cayenne and had been released when the French President proclaimed a general amnesty at the close of the war.
"But she couldn't have brought a pawn ticket from van Heerden's house. What was it for?" "I beg your pardon, sir." "What was on the pawn ticket?" said Kitson impatiently. "What article had been pledged?" Again the girl hesitated. To betray her mistress was unpleasant. To betray herself as she would if she confessed that she had most carefully and thoroughly read the voucher was unthinkable.
Some broken derelict with nothing but the memory of former vain splendours and the rags of old fineries, nursing a dear hatred for some more fortunate fellow. Nearly an hour had passed before he again panted up to the levelled shelf on which the cottage stood. The doctor was sitting at the window as Kitson passed. "How is he?" "About the same. He had one paroxysm. Is that the strychnine?
I remember that, after a fatiguing day, spent in the works of the Kitsons, Morley expressed his conviction that the great captains of industry, like Kitson and Greig, were not only of greater importance to the world than a mere Secretary of State, but were engaged upon much more laborious and responsible tasks. I do not know if he still adheres to that opinion.
He has travelled a great deal in America and on the Continent. He was in Spain a few years ago and was suspected of being associated with the German Embassy. His association with the Millinborn murder you know." "Yes, I know that," said James Kitson bitterly.
The door was opened unceremoniously and a man strode in. McNorton was the first to recognize the intruder and rose to his feet. "I'm sorry to interrupt you," said Lord Sevington it was the Foreign Secretary of Great Britain himself. "Well, Beale, the fantastic story you told me seems in a fair way to being realized." "This is Mr. Kitson," introduced Stanford, and the grey-haired statesman bowed.
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