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Murch laughed heartily. Trent's nonsense never made any sort of impression on his mind, but he took it as a mark of esteem, which indeed it was; so it never failed to please him. "Well, Mr. Trent," he said, "you're perfectly right. There's no point in denying it. I have got my eye on him.
Trent rose and glanced again through the papers set out on the table. 'Business letters and documents, mostly, said Mr. Murch. 'Reports, prospectuses, and that. A few letters on private matters, nothing in them that I can see. The American secretary Bunner his name is, and a queerer card I never saw turned he's been through this desk with me this morning.
The clearing was known to all the boys of the locality as a favorite haunt of foxes. The next morning Sam's younger brother, John, Willis Murch and I went up to the old barn to get powder-post. John had a small axe with which to split the timbers, four old newspapers in which to gather up the precious dust, and a bottle in which to put it. It was Thanksgiving morning.
So deep was he in his reverie that he scarcely noticed the entrance of the expected callers until he heard a voice that recalled him to actualities. "Mr. Murch, let me make you acquainted with Mr. Smith," Belknap was saying; and O'Connor turned sharply back from the window. To Mr.
'I questioned him last night, and took down his story. He arrived in Southampton about 6.30 on the Monday morning. 'Come off' exclaimed Trent bitterly. 'What do I care about his story? What do you care about his story? I want to know how you know he went to Southampton. Mr Murch chuckled. 'I thought I should take a rise out of you, Mr Trent, he said. 'Well, there's no harm in telling you.
But at this last sticking point he temporized again. His caller gave him no help, but waited in silence until he was ready. "Mr. O'Connor," said Mr. Murch, "I have a high opinion of your underwriting ability.
Murch shunned Holmdale and resorted to many a subterfuge to avoid the acceptance of divers invitations to sojourn beneath the medieval roof of its host, who happened to be a man whom even Mr. Murch hesitated to offend.
You say nothing about that shadowy and sinister figure, the gardener. You are keeping him in the background, Murch. Out with him!" "The garden is attended to by a man in the village, who comes twice a week. I've talked to him. He was here last on Friday." "Then I suspect him all the more," said Trent. "And now as to the house itself.
The company that took over our risks wouldn't let them expire; that company would hold on to them and secure them on renewal." "How can this be arranged?" Mr. Murch inquired. It was like cutting off his right hand to reply, O'Connor reflected, but he did so. "Mr. Simeon Belknap usually manages such matters," he said.
"No matter about the surplus. Edward E. Murch and his people are back of us, we've got the premium income, and we're in the game to stay, while you as a practical insurance man know, no matter how far your sympathies may go in the opposite direction, that the days of the Guardian are numbered.
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