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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I have a small balance at the Shoshone Trust," said Malcourt. "Do you suppose there's anything queer about the company?" Hamil shook his head, looking curiously at Malcourt. "Well, what on earth do you think Cardross wants with you?" demanded Portlaw. "Read that telegram again." Again Malcourt's instinct seemed to warn him to silence.
He closed the door and looked around him in despair: "All that stuff to verify and O.K.! What an infernal ass I am! By the nineteen little josses in Malcourt's bedroom I'm so many kinds of a fool that I hate to count up beyond the dozen!"
Hamil passing the corridor as the valet, carrying a tray, opened Malcourt's door, glanced in at him; and Malcourt awoke at the same moment, and sat bolt upright. "Hello, Hamil!" he nodded sleepily, "come in, old fellow!" And, to the valet: "No breakfast for me, thank you except grape-fruit! unless you've brought me a cuckootail? Yes? No? Stung!
But the true Catholicism, which perplexed the eighteen legatees lay in the paradox of the Mohammedan inscriptions across each lotus written in Malcourt's hand: "I direct my face unto Him who hath created. "Who maketh His messengers with two and three and four pairs of wings. "And thou shall see them going in procession.
He sat silent, caressing his glass; and presently his little black eyes stole around in Malcourt's direction, and remained there, waveringly, while brother and sister discussed the former's marriage, the situation at Luckless Lake, and future prospects.
There she sat, as slim and pretty and fresh as ever; and only two years ago he had been mentally and physically active enough to find vigorous amusement in her company. Malcourt's stinging words concerning his bodily unloveliness and self-centred inertia came into his mind; and a slow blush deepened the colour in his heavy face.
"Why, isn't that curious, Helen! Right off the bat like that! cricket-bat," he explained affably to Tressilvain, who, as dinner was imminent, had begun fumbling for his check-book. At Malcourt's suave suggestion, however, instead of drawing a new check he returned Portlaw's check. Malcourt took it, tore it carefully in two equal parts. "Half for you, William, half for me," he said gaily. "My my!
But there came into his life a brilliant woman who stayed a year and left his name a mockery: Malcourt's only sister, now Lady Tressilvain, doubtfully conspicuous with her loutish British husband, among those continentals where titles serve rather to obscure than enlighten inquiry.
On the mantel squatted a little wizened and gilded god peering and leering at him through the shadows Malcourt's parting gift the ugliest of the nineteen. "For," said Malcourt "there ought to be only eighteen by rights unless further complications arise; and this really belongs to you, anyway."
But at that instant Malcourt's dark, handsome head appeared on the crest of a surge close by, and the next moment that young gentleman scrambled aboard the raft, breathing heavily. "Hello, Cecile!" he gasped; "Hello, Hamil! Shiela thought it must be you, but I was sceptical. Whew! That isn't much of a swim; I must be out of condition "
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