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"I hope so," said Mr. Mancune; and his white, waxed moustache gave a feline upward bristle. So, with a bow, they separated. Mr. Strellenhaus walked, down to the telegraph-office, where his message was delayed because Mr.
"Here is a note for a thousand pounds." "And here is another," said Mancune. "Nothing could be more handsome, gentlemen," said the salesman. "It's a treat to see such a spirited competition. The last bid was fifty pounds a head from Mancune. The word lies with you, Mr. Strellenhaus." Mr. Jack Flynn whispered something to the salesman. "Quite so! Mr.
He was a tall, white-haired, eagle-nosed gentleman, with a waxed moustache and a carefully pointed beard an aristocratic type which seemed out of its element among the rough, hearty, noisy dealers who surrounded him. This, then, was Mr. Mancune, for whom the second telegram was intended.
"What name, sir?" asked the salesman. "Mr. Mancune." "Address?" "Mr. Mancune of Glasgow." "Thank you for your bid, sir. Forty pounds a head has been bid by Mr. Mancune of Glasgow. Any advance upon forty?" "Forty-one," said Strellenhaus. "Forty-five," said Mancune. The tactics had changed, and it was the turn of Strellenhaus now to advance by ones, while his rival sprang up by fives.
Flynn suggests, gentlemen, that as you are both large buyers, it would, perhaps, be a convenience to you if he was to add the string of Mr. Tom Flynn, which consists of seventy animals of precisely the same quality, making one hundred and forty in all. Have you any objection, Mr. Mancune?" "No, sir." "And you, Mr. Strellenhaus?" "I should prefer it." "Very handsome!
But the former was as dogged as ever. "Forty-six," said he. "Fifty!" cried Mancune. It was unheard of. The most that the horses could possibly average at a retail price was as much as these men were willing to pay wholesale. "Two lunatics from Bedlam," whispered the angry Holloway. "If I was Flynn I would see the colour of their money before I went any further."
Very handsome indeed!" murmured the salesman. "Then I understand, Mr. Mancune, that your offer of fifty pounds a head extends to the whole of these horses?" "Yes, sir." A long breath went up from the crowd. Seven thousand pounds at one deal. It was a record for Dunsloe. "Any advance, Mr. Strellenhaus?" "Fifty-one." "Fifty-five." "Fifty-six." "Sixty." They could hardly believe their ears.
"Looks like it," Dodds answered; and at that moment his thoughts were suddenly drawn off into another direction. The boots had entered the room with a telegram in his hand. "Where's Mr. Mancune?" said he to the waiter. "Well, there are some quare names about. What was it you said?" "Mr. Mancune," said the boots, glancing round him.
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