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Peters picked up a speaking-tube and blew down it. "Mr. Samuel to see you, Sir Mallaby. Yes, sir, very good. Will you go right in, Mr. Samuel?" Sam proceeded to the inner office, and found his father dictating into the attentive ear of Miss Milliken, his elderly and respectable stenographer, replies to his morning mail.
Code knew that in the French island herring seldom went below three dollars a barrel, and that the smallest amount he ought to buy would be twenty-five barrels. Later on, if the fishing was good, he might send out a party to set the seines, but not now. He must buy. But the money! Then he thought of the packet of money Elsa Mallaby had sent him.
Wibblesley Eggshaw," said Sir Mallaby, swooping back to duty once more, "we beg to state that we are prepared to accept service ... what time did you dock this morning?" "I landed nearly a week ago." "A week ago! Then what the deuce have you been doing with yourself? Why haven't I seen you?" "I've been down at Bingley-on-the-Sea." "Bingley! What on earth were you doing at that God-forsaken place?"
He says you are expecting him." "Of course, yes. To be sure." Mr. Bennett heaved himself out of the deck-chair. Beyond the French windows he could see an indistinct form in a grey suit, and remembered that this was the morning on which Sir Mallaby Marlowe's clerk who was taking those Schultz and Bowen papers for him to America had written that he would call.
Marlowe," he proceeded, swinging ponderously round on Sir Mallaby like a liner turning in the river, "I assure you that at twenty-five minutes past four this afternoon I was very nearly convinced that I should have to call you up on the 'phone and cancel this dinner engagement.
At the third, he found a mark, and dropped the handkerchief on the stones. "Of course not," he said, and laughed. "Stupid of me, when I hadn't been in the stables." Dixon Mallaby picked it up. "Tis t'yoong wumman's," objected Bandy-legs. "Dropped un inside, stablin' t' 'osses." But the parson put the handkerchief in his pocket. "I am acquainted with Miss Bunce," he said.
So, thankin' you, sir, for your lift and your good heart to us, we'll just foot it along o'er t' moor." Dixon Mallaby shook hands with him; the girl, as she drew away from Sam Bunce's arm, bobbed the parson a curtsey.
But the cause for that was evident, and the very fact of her tears had been a relief to him. Now, apparently without rime or reason, Elsa Mallaby was weeping. The sight went to his heart as might the scream of a child in pain. He wondered with a panicky feeling whether he had hurt her in any way. "I say, Elsa," he cried, "what's the matter? Don't do that.
"He told me that you were the sister of the Miss Milliken who acts as stenographer for the guv' for Sir Mallaby, and sent me in to show you my revolver, because he said you were interested and wanted to see it." Billie uttered an exclamation. So did Mr. Bennett, who hated mysteries. "What revolver? Which revolver? What's all this about a revolver? Have you a revolver?" "Why, yes, Mr. Bennett.
He veered out to the edge of the road so as to avoid any more queries. He looked with suspicion now on all these men. Who of them, he wondered, was not, in his heart, convicting him of those things Elsa Mallaby had mentioned? His straightforward nature revolted against the hypocrisy in men that bade them treat him as they had done all his life, and yet think of him only as a criminal.
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