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Neergard's progress had now reached this stage; his programme was simple to wallow among the wealthy until satiated, then to marry into that agreeable community and found the house of Neergard. And to that end he had already bought a building site on Fifth Avenue, but held it in the name of the firm as though it had been acquired for purposes purely speculative.
And that being established, I am now ready to dissolve whatever very loose ties have ever bound me in any association with this company and yourself." Neergard's close-set black eyes shifted a point nearer to Selwyn's; the sweat on his nose glistened. "Why do you do this?" he asked slowly. "Has anybody offended you?" "Do you really wish to know?" "Yes, I certainly do, Captain Selwyn."
But Long Island acreage needn't beg favours now. That's all over, Captain Selwyn. Fane, Harmon & Co. know that; Mr. Gerard ought to know it, too." Selwyn looked troubled. "Shall I consult Mr. Gerard?" he repeated. "I should like to if you have no objection." Neergard's small, close-set eyes were focused on a spot just beyond Selwyn's left shoulder.
This, in brief, was Ruthven's general scheme of campaign; and the entire affair had taken some sort of shape, and was slowly beginning to move, when Neergard's illness came as an absolute check, just as the first papers were about to be served on him.
"Unless Gladys's intellect, which has only room for one idea at a time, is already fully occupied." "With what?" he demanded. "Oh, with that Gerald boy " she shrugged indulgently "perhaps with her pretty American Grace and the outlook for the Insular invasion." Neergard's apple face was dull and mottled, and on the thin bridge of his nose the sweat glistened.
Selwyn reddened with anger and beckoned to a clerk: "Is Mr. Neergard in his office?" "Yes, sir, with Mr. Erroll." "Please say that I wish to see him." He went into his own office, pocketed his mail, and still wearing hat and gloves came out again just as Gerald was leaving Neergard's office. "Hello, Gerald!" he said pleasantly; "have you anything on for to-night?"
He entered the elevator and shot down to the great rotunda, still scowling over his grievance. For he had made arrangements to join a card-party at Julius Neergard's rooms that night, and he had no intention of foregoing that pleasure just because his sister's first grown-up dinner-party was fixed for the same date.
Even before Neergard's illness Ruthven's domestic and financial affairs were in a villainous mess. Rid of Neergard, he had meant to deal him a crashing blow at the breakaway which would settle him for ever and incidentally bring to a crisis his own status in regard to his wife. Whether or not his wife was mentally competent he did not know; he did not know anything about her. But he meant to.
I ask you, for his family's sake, to discountenance any more gambling; to hold him strictly to his duties in your office, to overlook no more shortcomings of his, but to demand from him what any trained business man demands of his associates as well as of his employees. I ask this for the boy's sake." Neergard's close-set eyes focussed a trifle closer to Selwyn's, yet did not meet them. "Mr.
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