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I offer this as excuse for my next observation. Clenching my fists and glaring at him, I cried, 'I'll foil you yet, you hound! Some people have no soul for the dramatic. He smiled tolerantly. 'Sure, he said. 'Anything you like, Desperate Desmond. Enjoy yourself! And he left me. I evacuated Sanstead House unostentatiously, setting off on foot down the long drive.
'You will doubtless be surprised, Mrs Sheridan, and possibly ah somewhat startled, to learn the peculiar nature of White's position at Sanstead House. You have no objection to my informing Mrs Sheridan, White, in consideration of the fact that you will be working together in this matter? Just so. White is a detective in the employment of Pinkerton's Agency.
By paying my premium I should be giving it back to him. I considered the circumstances. Ogden was now about thirteen years old. The preparatory-school age limit may be estimated roughly at fourteen. That is to say, in any event Sanstead House could only harbour him for one year. Mr Abney's fees I had to guess at.
My life, for the past five years, had run in so smooth a stream that, now that I found myself tossed about in the rapids, I was bewildered. It was a peculiar aggravation of the difficulty of my position that in my world, the little world of Sanstead House, there should be but one woman, and she the very one whom, if I wished to recover my peace of mind, it was necessary for me to avoid.
I can work him for just double what you would get, even supposing you didn't make a mess of the deal and get nothing. 'It's very good of you, but there won't be any negotiations with Mr Ford. I am taking the boy back to Sanstead, as I told you. I caught his pained eye. 'I'm afraid you don't believe me. He drew at his cigar without replying.
A visit to London, after my arduous weeks at Sanstead, was in the nature of an unexpected treat. My tastes are metropolitan, and the vision of an hour at a music-hall I should be too late for the theatres with supper to follow in some restaurant where there was an orchestra, appealed to me. When I returned to the hall, carrying my bag, I found Audrey there.
Ogden's going to Mr Abney's. Sanstead House is the name of the place. It's in Hampshire somewhere. Quite a small school, but full of little dukes and earls and things. Lord Mountry's younger brother, Augustus Beckford, is there. I had known Lord Mountry and his family well some years ago. I remembered Augustus dimly. 'Mountry? Do you know him? He was up at Oxford with me. She seemed interested.
My day was Wednesday; and on the Wednesday of which I write I strolled towards the village. I had in my mind a game of billiards at the local inn. Sanstead House and its neighbourhood were lacking in the fiercer metropolitan excitements, and billiards at the 'Feathers' constituted for the pleasure-seeker the beginning and end of the Gay Whirl.
Never before had I been so impressed with the isolation of Sanstead House. Anything might happen in this lonely spot, and the world would go on its way in ignorance. It was with quite distinct relief that, as I drew nearer the house, I caught sight of the wire of the telephone among the trees above my head. It had a practical, comforting look.
I was resolved that the last day of term should end for ever my connection with Sanstead House and all that was in it. Mrs Ford must find some other minion. If her happiness depended on the recovery of the Little Nugget, she must learn to do without happiness, like the rest of the inhabitants of this horrible world. Meanwhile, however, I held myself to be still on duty.
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