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"He is," said Miss Alicia, with gentle firmness, "nicer than I had ever imagined any young man could be far nicer." Lady Mallowe's glance round the luxurious private sitting-room and over the perfect "idea" of Mrs. Mellish was so swift as to be almost imperceptible. "How delightful!" she said. "He must be unusually agreeable, or you would not have consented to stay and take care of him."
Carlis thinks he can bluff it, and Mallowe's a superannuated, pig-headed old goat. He'll try to stand on his reputation, and cave in like a pricked balloon when the crash comes. I know his kind; I've hounded too many of 'em to the finish. But you're a man of sense, Rockamore, and you know you've got to help me out of this for your own sake.
Hauksbee, who, again, had all Mrs. Mallowe's wisdom at her disposal, proud of himself and, in the end, believing in himself because he was believed in, Otis Yeere stood ready for any fortune that might befall, certain that it would be good. He would fight for his own hand, and intended that this second struggle should lead to better issue than the first helpless surrender of the bewildered 'Stunt.
Mrs. Mallowe waited through the evening, looking long and earnestly into the fire, and sometimes smiling to herself. 'Oh! oh! oh! The man's an idiot! A raving, positive idiot! I'm sorry I ever saw him! Mrs. Hauksbee burst into Mrs. Mallowe's house, at midnight, almost in tears. 'What in the world has happened? said Mrs. Mallowe, but her eyes showed that she had guessed an answer. 'Happened!
She was Loretta Murfree, the new filing clerk who had been installed only that morning in Mr. Mallowe's office. Had Ramon known her to be the protégée of Anita Lawton and the spy of Henry Blaine, he might have glanced at her a second time. The young man proceeded straight to the offices of Charlton Moore, the banker, and found that an interview was readily granted him. Mr.
She heard every word of Lady Mallowe's agreeable and slightly excited conversation. She did not know exactly what had happened; but she knew that it was something which had buoyed her up with a hopefulness which exhilarated her almost too much as an extra glass of wine might have done. Once or twice she even lost her head a little and was a trifle swaggering.
This was of course because she was the less clever and had more temper. Her temper, she had, now and then, owned bitterly to herself, had played her tricks. Captain Palliser's temper never did this. It was Lady Mallowe's temper which spoke now, but she did not in the least mind his knowing that Joan was exasperating her beyond endurance.
Mallowe's face was a picture of shocked amazement. "But why? He is the most exemplary of young men, quite a model in these days "
You will understand everything some day. What about the Irish girl, Loretta Murfree?" "President Mallowe's filing clerk? He dismissed her only this morning, on a trumped-up charge of incompetence. She's here now, having some lunch, up in my dressing-room. Would you like to talk with her?" "I would, indeed," he assented, nodding as Anita pressed the bell.
"I do not want to dampen your hopes, heaven knows, but I very much fear that that will be an impossible task, even for one of Mr. Blaine's unquestioned renown." "Still, it is always possible to try," the detective returned, looking levelly into Mallowe's eyes. "Personally, I am very sanguine of success." "Everything is being done that can be of any use now," the other man observed hurriedly.
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