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"Did it win?" "No; it ran last, I think. You know Monty really was quite clever in his way.". "Was he?" said Soames. "Can you see any connection between a sucking baronet and publishing?" "People do all sorts of things nowadays," replied Winifred. "The great stunt seems not to be idle so different from our time. To do nothing was the thing then. But I suppose it'll come again."
His eyes were fixed with a fascinating glare upon those five cards which Trent had so calmly laid down. Trent took up the photograph, thrust it carefully into his pocket without looking at it, and rose to his feet. "Look here, Monty," he said, "you shall have the brandy; you've no right to it, and you're best without it by long chalks. But there, you shall have your own way."
Well, in a sense you were right. I distrusted and disliked you from the moment I first met you in Bekwando village with poor old Monty for a partner, and read the agreement you had drawn up and the clause about the death of either making the survivor sole legatee. In a regular fever swamp Monty was drinking poison like water and you were watching. That may have seemed all right to you.
They'll all try to get a whack at your money. Keep your eye open, Monty. The rich young man is always a tempting morsel." After a moment's reflection, he added, "Won't you come out and dine with us to-morrow night?" Mrs. Gray lived in Fortieth Street. For years Montgomery Brewster had regarded her quiet, old-fashioned home as his own.
The hair, powdered white, was absent; so too were the patches; so also was the rouge. Behind the doge's chair a servant stood. Adjacently was a malachite bench. Beyond was a malachite stairway. The elder Paliser, finishing with the milk, extended the cup. The servant took it and turned. Recesses, back of the stairway, engulfed him. Monty Paliser straightened.
You bet that Jake Poole hez got his orders they might kill him to shut his mouth, ef they got an excuse and he made a fight but he ain't no such fool. No, sir! Why, the sickest man you ever saw was that director that kem up here with a detective when he found that Monty HADN'T left the State." "Then he IS hiding about here?" said Masterton, with assumed calmness.
He contrived to convey by his manner that he would do anything for Monty, even to the extent of saving the life of a man he disliked. At the moment when he turned there came the sound of a troop of horses galloping toward us. "I will first see who comes," he said. "The blood of Yerkes sahib on your head, Rustum Khan!" Monty answered. At that he went below.
But these things only intensified the quiet of the smoking room. Monty would keep his voice very low, loud enough to be heard by those who wished to follow him, and soft enough not to interrupt those who preferred to pursue their private devotions. Whether he was right in all that he did and taught, or was only a joyous rebel, better theologians than I must determine.
"Would you think of holding me to that?" demanded Kagig with a gesture of extreme irritation. It is only the West that can joke at itself in the face of crisis. "If not to that," said Monty blandly, "then what agreements do you keep?" Kagig saw the point. He drew a deep impatient breath and drove it out again hissing through his teeth. Then he took grim hold of himself.
Those, however, had to deal at once with Monty, Will and Kagig, who opened on them guerrilla warfare from behind trees never opposing them sufficiently to check them altogether, but leading them steadily forward into the two-mile trap.
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