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Longhurst was the principal, and Jim but a speaking-trumpet. But now that the Olympian Jupiter was gone, Mr. Borden thought proper to affect severity. "Come, come, Mr. Pinkerton; any advance?" he snapped. And Pinkerton, resolved on the big bluff, replied, "Two thousand dollars." Bellairs preserved his composure. "And fifty," said he.
There were days when Jim wore an air of unusual capacity and resolve, spoke with more brevity, like one pressed for time, and took often on his tongue such phrases as "Longhurst told me so this morning," or, "I had it straight from Longhurst himself."
Longhurst knew nothing of Bellairs, the shady lawyer knew all about the Wrecker Boss. He had seen him enter the ring with manifest expectation; he saw him depart, and the bids continue, with manifest surprise and disappointment. "Hallo," he plainly thought, "this is not the ring I'm fighting, then?" And he determined to put on a spurt. "Eighteen thousand," said he.
I'll take Mamie for the trip: Longhurst won't refuse me the expense of a schooner. You wait till I get the searching of her." "But you can't search her!" cried I. "She's burned!" "Burned!" cried Mamie, starting a little from the attitude of quiescent capacity in which she had hitherto sat to hear me, her hands folded in her lap. There was an appreciable pause.
It was passed round from one to another till it came to me, and I read: "Harry D. Bellairs, Attorney-at-Law; defended Clara Varden: twice nearly disbarred." "Well, that gets me!" observed Mr. Longhurst. "Who can have put up a shyster like that? Nobody with money, that's a sure thing. Suppose you tried a big bluff? I think I would, Pink. Well, ta-ta! Your partner, Mr. Dodd?
But all we want is that you should drink one glass of wine with us, Perrier-Jouet, from Longhurst, on the occasion of my marriage, and Loudon's Mr. Dodd's departure." "Well, it's your look-out," said Nares. "I don't mind half an hour. Spell, O!" he added to the men; "go and kick your heels for half an hour, and then you can turn to again a trifle livelier.
Somehow I feel like it was only me that had gone bust, and you and she soared clear of it. Hurry up. That's all you have to do. "Yours ever, The third was yet more altered: "My poor Loudon," it began, "I labour far into the night getting our affairs in order; you could not believe their vastness and complexity. Douglas B. Longhurst said humorously that the receiver's work would be cut out for him.
Bugler Longhurst, who was mortally wounded in the fight on April 4, died soon after, and shortly before he passed away he sat up in bed and said to his orderly, "Hush! hush!! give me my uniform. I hear them mustering. There are the drums! I must go to the muster roll. Hush!" and sinking back he died. 'The advance for a long time was a continuous battle. Even the transport had a warm time of it.
I think I never saw a man more of a piece; and the type was new to me: I had never before set eyes upon his parallel, and I thought instinctively of Balzac and the lower regions of the Comédie Humaine. Pinkerton stared a moment on the intruder with no friendly eye, tore a leaf from his note-book, and scribbled a line in pencil, turned, beckoned a messenger boy, and whispered, "To Longhurst."
He looked pale and rather old, refused to hear of food, and called for tea. "I suppose all's up?" said I, with an incredible sinking. "No," he replied; "I've pulled it through, Loudon just pulled it through. I couldn't have raised another cent in all 'Frisco. People don't like it; Longhurst even went back on me; said he wasn't a three-card-monte man."
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