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He and some others which have escaped stabbed my son who lies there. I am Colonel Boyce at the Blue House in St. Martin's Lane." The wretched Ben was haled off, groaning. Harry, lifeless still and bleeding, for all McBean's work, they lifted and carried away to his father's lodging. "What's your Waverton in this, sir?" says McBean. "The silly gentleman wanted Harry's wife.
He thought that McBean's exposition of the affair of his father, and his consequent duty, was exactly and delicately true which means, of course, that it agreed with his own temper. He had no more doubt than McBean that his father had planned, was planning, treachery which, win or lose, would disgrace him.
Why was a Mohock's club lying there beneath the father's swords? Harry made a ready guess at the riddle. His father must have fellows watching McBean's house. They had knocked him down to search him for papers. Then the father must have known that he had been with McBean, and those anxious questions were to discover how much he was McBean's friend.
So they went out, Mrs. Weston upon Susan's arm, and Captain McBean and Alison were left alone, the fierce little lean man stretching every inch of him against her rich beauty. "You do me some wrong, sir," Alison said. "Is it possible?" McBean's chest swelled to the sneer. "Pray, sir, don't scold. It passes me by. Nay, I cannot answer you. I have no defence, I believe.
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