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'I shall take advantage of his presence to ask him to fetch a policeman. In the excitement of combat the veneer of apologetic diffidence was beginning to wear off Mr Mennick. He spoke irritably. Cynthia appealed to his reason with the air of a bored princess descending to argument with a groom. 'Can't you see for yourself that he's not here? she said. 'Do you think we are hiding him?
'Hello! he said. 'What have you blown in for? 'He was just in the middle of his lunch, said the girl. 'I thought you wouldn't mind if I let him finish. 'Say, what's it all about, anyway? demanded Ogden crossly. 'Can't a fellow have a bit of grub in peace? You give me a pain. Mr Mennick explained. 'Your father wishes you to return to Eastnor, Ogden. 'Oh, all right.
She will stay there with him till further notice." That is Mr Ford's message. Mr Mennick folded both documents carefully and replaced them in his pocket. Mrs Ford looked at the clock. 'And now, would you mind going, Mr Mennick? 'I am sorry to appear discourteous, Mrs Ford, but I cannot go without Ogden. 'I shall telephone to the office to send up a porter to remove you.
I guess I'd better go, then. Good-bye, ma. Mrs Ford choked. 'Kiss me, Ogden. Ogden submitted to the embrace in sulky silence. The others comported themselves each after his or her own fashion. Mr Mennick fingered his chin uncomfortably. Cynthia turned to the table and picked up an illustrated paper. Mrs Sheridan's eyes filled with tears.
She was a small, graceful girl of about twenty-five, pretty and brisk, with the air of one accustomed to look after herself in a difficult world. Her eyes were clear and steady, her mouth sensitive but firm, her chin the chin of one who has met trouble and faced it bravely. A little soldier. She was shepherding Ogden before her, a gorged but still sullen Ogden. He sighted Mr Mennick and stopped.
In the first place, how were we to discover which of England's million preparatory schools Mr Ford, or Mr Mennick for him, would choose? Secondly, the plot which was to carry me triumphantly into this school when or if found, struck me as extremely thin. I was to pose, Cynthia told me, as a young man of private means, anxious to learn the business, with a view to setting up a school of his own.
'I must be going, she said. 'Mr Mennick will be waiting for me. 'One moment. Tell me, don't you think, after what you saw just now, that Mrs Ford is the proper person to have charge of Ogden? You see how devoted she is to him? 'May I be quite frank with you? 'Please. 'Well, then, I think that Mrs Ford's influence is the worst possible for Ogden.
If necessary call in police and employ force." 'Charming! said Mrs Ford. 'Practical, said Mr Mennick. 'There is more. "Before doing anything else sack that fool of a tutor, then go to Agency and have them recommend good private school for boy. On no account engage another tutor. They make me tired. Fix all this today. Send Ogden back to Eastnor with Mrs Sheridan.
'You despise amateurs, Nesta, but, for all that, it seems that your professionals who kidnap as a matter of course and all the rest of it have not been a bit more successful. It was not my want of experience that made me fail. It was my sex. This is man's work. If I had been a man, I should at least have had brute force to fall back upon when Mr Mennick arrived. Mrs Ford nodded. 'Yes, but
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