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So he wrote a short note to the Squire acknowledging Ida's and his letter, and saying that he hoped to come and see them as soon as ever the doctor would allow him out of doors. Meanwhile George, having delivered his letter, had gone upon another errand. Pulling up the fat pony in front of Mr. Quest's office he alighted and entered. Mr.
I'll give you every penny I have in the world to let me go!" Quest smiled at him derisively. "Get up," he ordered. Very slowly Craig obeyed him. He was a pitiful-looking object, but a single look into Quest's face showed him the folly of any sort of appeal. "Walk out of the room," Quest ordered, "in front of me so! Now, then, turn to the right and go down the stairs."
Ross Brown, who was Quest's secretary-valet and general factotum, accepted the slip of paper and placed it in an envelope. "There are no other instructions, sir?" he enquired. "None," Quest replied. "You'll look out for the wireless, and you had better switch the through cable and telegraph communication on to headquarters. Come along, Lenora."
Quest's explanations, and then suddenly asked him when the first interest on the recently-effected mortgages came due. The lawyer mentioned a certain date. "Ah," said the Squire, "then it will have to be met; but it does not matter, it will be for the last time." Mr. Quest pricked up his ears and looked at him.
In the hedge where they had grown were a series of gaps like those in an old woman's jaw, and the ground was still littered with remains of bark and branches and of faggots that had been made up from the brushwood. "Cut down this spring fell," was Mr. Quest's ejaculation. "Poor old gentleman, he must have been pinched before he consented to part with those oaks."
The trapped man looked away from the instrument into Quest's face. There was a momentary flicker of something that might have passed for courage in his tone. "Mr. Quest," he said, "you are a wonderful man, but there are limits to your power. You can tear my tongue from my mouth but you cannot force me to speak a word."
"It's the fight of his life," he muttered at last, "but I've got him." Almost as he spoke, they could see Craig's resistance begin to weaken. The tenseness of his form relaxed; Quest's will was triumphing. Slowly in the mirror they saw a little picture creeping from outline into definite form, a picture of the Professor's library.
Why did you come here at all this morning, just when I wanted to get you out of my head for an hour or two and think about my garden? I suppose it was a trick of Mr. Quest's bringing you here. He has got some fresh scheme on, I am sure of it from his face. Well, it can't be helped, and, since you are here, Mr.
Of course somebody, a client of Mr. Quest's, has been found without the least difficulty to take them up at four per cent. and advance the other five thousand too, so that there be no more anxiety about that." "Well that's a good job at any rate," answered George with a sigh of relief. "A good job? Of course it's a good job, but it is no more than I expected.
Quest's face and then went out "of course they will, as a matter of business, require security, and very properly so, but as this estate is unentailed, there will fortunately be very little difficulty about that. You can draw up the necessary deeds, and I think that under the circumstances the right thing to do would be to charge the Moat Farm specifically with the amount.
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