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George walked to the door, threw it open, and stood for an instant, his eyes fixed on the bare trees in the park. He turned and faced the two again: "Todd!" "Yes, Marse George " Two hot ragged tears still lingered on the darky's eyelids. "To-day is Monday, is it not? and to-morrow is boat day?" "Yes, Marse George," came the trembling answer. "All right, Pawson, I'll go.
That was my purpose in coming here, sir that was why Mr. Pawson sent for me, sir; and it is but fair to say that you can thank your DIStinguished father for it all, sir he has worked night and day to do it. Colonel Rutter has taken over so I am inFORMED I'm not sure, but I am inFORMED taken over a lot of the securities himself so that he COULD do it.
One winter evening some weeks after St. George's departure, Pawson sat before a smouldering fire in Temple's front room, reading by the light of a low lamp. This prolonged and ominous silence disturbed him; so much so that he had made it a point to be as much in his office as possible should his enemy spring any unexpected trap.
If so much as a hint should reach Temple's ears the whole scheme would come to naught. Still in doubt, he called out in his sharpest business voice, as if prolonging a conversation which had been carried on inside: "Yes, Mr. Pawson, please say to Mr.
George, indignantly, the first note of positive anger he had yet shown. "I didn't think anything about it, sir," and he looked at Todd apologetically. "Well, after this please remember, Mr. Pawson, that where I go Todd goes." The darky leaned forward as if to seize St. George's hand; his eyes filled and his lips began to tremble. He would rather have died than have left his master. St.
"And who is this man," Temple went on, "who wants to step into my shoes? Be sure you tell him they are half-soled," and he held up one boot. He might want to dance or hunt in them and his toes would be out the first thing he knew." "He is Mr. Gorsuch's attorney, sir, a Mr. Fogbin," Pawson answered, omitting any reference to the boots and still concerned over the gravity of the situation.
I want you to answer some questions, and I want you to tell me the truth all the truth. I haven't any use for any other kind of man do you understand? Is my mother alive?" "Yes." "And Alec? Is he all right?" Pawson nodded. "And my uncle? Is he ruined? so badly ruined that he is suffering? Tell me."
One other question now trembled on his lips. It was one he felt he had no right to ask not of Pawson but it was his only opportunity, and he must know the truth if he was to carry out the other plans he had in view the day he dropped everything and came home without warning. At last he asked casually: "Do you know whether my father returned to Uncle George the money he paid out for me?"
And will you now have to pay that back as well?" He did not ask of whom he had borrowed it, nor on what security, nor would either Pawson or his uncle have told him, that being a confidential matter. "Well, that depends, Harry; but we won't have to pay it right away, which is one comfort. And then again, I can go back to the law. I have yet to make my maiden speech before a jury, but I can do it.
In this praiseworthy effort, to Todd's unbounded astonishment, Pawson had one night developed a plan in which the greatly feared and much-despised Gadgem was to hold first place. Indeed on the very morning succeeding the receipt of Pawson's letter and at an hour when St. George would be absent at the club, there had come a brisk rat-a-tat on the front door and Gadgem had sidled in.
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