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"I'll be blowed if I thought Patricia would go as far as that!" was what he said. "If she hasn't sent for Malcolm Melvin to draw those papers she hinted at, I'm a Dutchman! By Jove, I begin to think that Duncan was right after all, and that he is up against it in this little play we have had this afternoon. But I hadn't an idea that my girl would go quite so far. H'm!
"Don't you understand that, having put her name to a written contract with me, she would not break that contract, or repudiate it? And don't you see that she has intended, all along, to force me into a position where I would be the one to repudiate its terms? You're a poor judge of character, Melvin, if you don't see that. You have never known Patricia Langdon, if you don't understand her, now.
But he gave a slight nod of satisfaction when it was done. Duncan did not return to his chair. He stood for a moment before the hearth, with his back turned toward the lawyer; then he wheeled about and came forward three steps, until he could reach his hat which was on the table. "Thank you, Melvin," he said. "I shall entirely respect your confidence. Good-day." "Where are you going, Duncan?"
Langdon is very anxious to get away." "Is it your habit to sign legal papers without reading them?" demanded Patricia, with just a little touch of resentment in her tone. She had rather prided herself upon the wording of this document, which she had so carefully dictated to Melvin, and it hurt her to think that her stipulations were passed over so easily.
James, the footman, entered the library before Malcolm Melvin had completed the first sentence of the reading of Patricia's stipulations, and deferentially addressed himself to Roderick Duncan: "Pardon me, sir," he said, "but there is an urgent demand for you at the telephone so urgent that I thought it necessary to interrupt you." "For me? Are you sure?" asked Duncan, in surprise.
"I cannot tell yet. Two of his ribs are dislocated, but I dare not touch them until I find out the extent of his other internal injuries," replied the doctor. "He must keep quiet, and every ten minutes give him a tablespoonful of this mixture." But, though Dr. Melvin gave these directions, it was fully an hour before he left, and then he promised to return late in the afternoon.
"For God's sake!" cried the one nervous man in the room, he who had opened the door. "This is murder!" Melvin smiled, a smile as cheerless as the gleam of wintry starlight on a bit of glass. "Will you fight him, Trevors?" he asked. "With your hands?" "Yes," answered Trevors. "Yes." "Move back the table," commanded Melvin, on his feet in an instant. "And the chairs. Get them back."
I'm dry as a bone." The members of Radnor's party marched past Roderick Duncan without seeing him; and he, totally forgetful of the errand that had taken him to the hotel, passed swiftly out of it, hailed a taxi, and gave the address of Malcolm Melvin, the lawyer; and then he was whirled away as swiftly as the driver of the cab dared to take him through the streets of the teeming city.
Twenty millions is a large sum to pay at an hour's notice. It was not a tithe of the fortune which Stephen Langdon was supposed to possess; yet his circumstances at the moment were such that terrible disaster would immediately follow upon the demand for its payment. He knew it; Melvin knew it; Roderick Duncan knew it.
"It is God's will, and we must bow to His judgment," continued the injured man. "But I want to talk to you about what to do when I am gone." "Oh, father!" "Hush! I feel that I am sinking, even faster than Dr. Melvin thinks. Listen then to what I have to say." "I am listening." "When I'm gone, Richard, you will have to take my place.
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