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She was calm now and ashamed that she had ever lost her calmness. "Well, there was the situation as I understood it when I took on the job or quite soon afterwards. He thought that he was being pursued; in a sense he was. If these Radbolts found out the truth, they certainly would pursue him, try to shut him up, and prevent him from making away with his money or leaving it to anybody else.
All through the service, Beaumaroy's gaze was set on the pair as they sat or stood in front of him, wandering from the one to the other in an apparently fascinated study. At the Cottage he entertained his party in the parlor with a generous hospitality, and treated the Radbolts with most courteous deference. The man responded with the best manners that he had who can do more?
Thoughts were passing rapidly through his brain, and they brought a smile to his lips. Let them take it! Why not? It was no care to him now! Doctor Mary had to tell the truth about it, and so, consequently, had he himself. It belonged to the Radbolts. Oh, damn the Radbolts! He would have risked his life for it if the old man had lived, but he wasn't going to risk his life for the Radbolts.
Yet it was a disgusting thing to do it certainly was; and the Sergeant would think that he had scored a triumph. Over his benefactor too, his protector, Beaumaroy reflected with a satiric smile. The Sergeant certainly deserved a fright and, if possible, a licking. These administered, he could be kicked out; perhaps oh, yes, poor brute! with a handful of the Radbolts' money.
Then, through hidden processes of mental distortion, there grew the conviction that he was of high importance, a great man, the object of great conspiracies, in which the odious Radbolts were but instruments.
I hate the Radbolts getting it, just as much as the old man would have hated it." "I have given you my my terms," said Mary. Beaumaroy stood looking down at her, his hands in his pockets. His face was twisted in a humorous disgust. Mary laughed gently. "It is possible to to keep the rules without being a prig, you know, though I believe you think it isn't." "Including the sack in the water-butt?
Even supposing your evidence which, of course, I wanted in case of need had been satisfactory, a fight with the Radbolts would have been unpleasant. Worse than that as long as I lived I should have been blackmailed by Sergeant Hooper, who knew Mr. Saffron's condition, though he didn't know about the money here.
A light shone in the parlor window; the Tower was dark and still. Mary turned her face to Beaumaroy's with a sudden smile of scornful gladness. "Aye, aye, you're right!" His smile answered hers. "Poor devils! I'm sorry; for them, upon my soul I am!" "That really is just like you!" she exclaimed in mirthful exasperation. "Sorry for the Radbolts now, are you?"
Even before you found out about my poor old friend, I had decided against a will though, perhaps, I might have squared the Radbolts by just taking this little place and its contents and letting them take the rest. That too became impossible after your discovery. There remained then, the money in the Tower. I could make quite sure of that, wait for his death, and then enjoy it.
If they can rise to the conception of such a thing at all, I probably embody conscience. When you come to think of it, it's a pleasant turn of events that I should come to represent law and order and conscience to anybody, even to the Radbolts." "It is rather a change," she agreed. "But let's walk on. I don't really much want to think of them." "That's because you feel that you're losing the bet.
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