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"Um what does she want for them?" "I don't think poor Mary has any idea about the price; she asked me, but there's one thing I won't do, and that's to be mixed up in an art deal " Ringsmith's eyes flashed; he flicked the ash off his cigar angrily. "Mixed up art deal! Then why the devil do you come to me?" Peter Knott smiled at him benignly. "Oh! Because you and I are old friends, Stephen.
Ringsmith scowled at Peter, who made no attempt at replying. "By the way, Ringsmith, did you know Whelan is over here? I met him quite by chance yesterday. Seems he's come over on a large Government contract for shells. He asked after you. Told me about a Corot you sold him some years ago. He seemed to think he'd paid a big price." "Well, he didn't." The tone of Ringsmith's reply was irritable.
David had subsided, and once more began relighting his pipe; he looked up at the name. "Frank Seaford oh, did you? How is he? I haven't seen him for some time " "So I gathered," Peter remarked dryly. "He seems to be getting on very well since Ringsmith took him up." "Ah! Ringsmith's right. He's a beautiful artist. Did you see " Peter interrupted. "I think I've seen all Seaford's work.
Stillwell was quite astonished; she had not expected nearly so much. MacTavish lost no time; he handed her a cheque, and in a few moments took his departure. Some weeks passed. Ringsmith again occupied the deep leather chair, and Peter Knott was announced. "Good afternoon, Stephen; thought I'd look in for a moment. No, thanks." This in answer to Ringsmith's offer of tea. "Mrs.
The latter was sitting in a deep leather chair with his feet near the fender, a silver tea-service resplendent under a high silver lamp beside him. To Peter Knott, as he entered, the impression was that of a comfort both solid and luxurious. Ringsmith's strong-willed face lit up.
MacTavish lost no time in calling at Mrs. Stillwell's house. She was out, but had left a note for the gentleman from Mr. Ringsmith's, asking him to look at the pictures, and expressing her regret that she could not show them to him herself. She was quite unable, she said, to decide upon a price, which she left entirely to Mr. Ringsmith. A few days later Mrs.
"We gave L4,000, but it included those ormulu vases which Joyce sold for us at Christie's. You remember we were wrong about those, and it took some of the gilt off." Ringsmith's heavy eyebrows met in a scowl. "Well?" he said irritably. "Whelan gave L7,500. He's a hard nut, you know." "That'll do now, MacTavish. I want you to go and call at this place, have a look at the pictures, and report." Mr.
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