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Polteed smiled, as though saying, 'You are teaching your grandmother, my dear sir; and his eyes slid over Soames' face for one unprofessional instant. "Make his mind perfectly easy," he said. "Do you smoke?" "No," said Soames. "Understand me: Nothing may come of this. If a name gets out, or the watching is suspected, it may have very serious consequences." Mr. Polteed nodded.
I'm instructing Linkman and Laver of Budge Row to act for me. I don't want to hear your evidence, but kindly make your report to them at five o'clock, and continue to observe the utmost secrecy." Mr. Polteed half closed his eyes, as if to comply at once. "My dear sir," he said. "Are you convinced," asked Soames with sudden energy, "that there is enough?" The faintest movement occurred to Mr.
But inclined to think on the whole doesn't know her mind likely to act on impulse some day. Both have style." "What does that mean?" said Soames between close lips. "Well," murmured Mr. Polteed with a smile, showing many white teeth, "an expression we use. In other words, it's not likely to be a weekend business they'll come together seriously or not at all."
Soames doggedly let the spring come no easy task for one conscious that time was flying, his birds in the bush no nearer the hand, no issue from the web anywhere visible. Mr. Polteed reported nothing, except that his watch went on costing a lot of money.
"I doubt if that's quite good enough," he said, drawling the words, "with no name or address. I think you may let that lady have a rest, and take up our friend 47 at this end." Whether Polteed had spotted him he could not tell; but he had a mental vision of him in the midst of his cronies dissolved in inextinguishable laughter. 'Guilty look! Damnation! Mr.
Polteed, following the direction of his client's eye, rose apologetically and closed the window. 'Posing ass! thought Soames. Like all who fundamentally believe in themselves he was rising to the occasion, and, with his little sideway smile, he said: "I've had your letter. I'm going to act. I suppose you know who the lady you've been watching really is?" Mr.
Polteed smiled, as though saying, 'You are teaching your grandmother, my dear sir; and his eyes slid over Soames' face for one unprofessional instant. "Make his mind perfectly easy," he said. "Do you smoke?" "No," said Soames. "Understand me: Nothing may come of this. If a name gets out, or the watching is suspected, it may have very serious consequences." Mr. Polteed nodded.
And the greatest spinner of all, his own tenacity, for ever wrapping its cocoon of threads round any clear way out. What was that fellow hanging round Irene for? Was it really as Polteed suggested? Or was Jolyon but taking compassion on her loneliness, as he would call it sentimental radical chap that he had always been? If it were, indeed, as Polteed hinted! Soames stood still. It could not be!
"Who is this new person?" said Soames abruptly. "That we don't know. She'll swear to the fact, and she's got his appearance pat." Mr. Polteed took out a letter, and began reading: "'Middle-aged, medium height, blue dittoes in afternoon, evening dress at night, pale, dark hair, small dark moustache, flat cheeks, good chin, grey eyes, small feet, guilty look...."
Something to talk of there, when I retire! And for one wild moment he thought: 'Why not? After all, hundreds of men of medium height had small feet and a guilty look! "I'm not authorised to take any risk!" he said shortly. Mr. Polteed looked up. "Pity," he said, "quite a pity! That other affair seemed very costive." Soames rose. "Never mind that.
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