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Updated: June 12, 2025
"I'm sorry it's him, Sey," my brother-in-law whispered in my ear. Easy's a man of the world, and a man of society; he would feel for a person in my position. He wouldn't allow these beasts of lawyers to badger and pester me. He would back his order. But Rhadamanth is one of your modern sort of judges, who make a merit of being what they call 'conscientious, and won't hush up anything.
"Not surely of Simpson?" My respected brother-in-law looked at me contemptuously. "Sey," he said, "are you trying to take me in? No, not of Simpson: of these two young folks. My own belief is they're Colonel Clay and Madame Picardet." "Impossible!" I cried. He nodded. "I'm sure of it." "How do you know?" "Instinctively." I seized his arm. "Charles," I said, imploring him, "do nothing rash.
"Fuhlt Seel und Leib ein Wohl ergehen So treib es mich zum Dank dafur; Last du mich deine Werke sehen, So sey mein Ruhmen stets von dir; Und find ich in der Welt nicht Ruh, So steig mein Schmen Hinmel zu."
However, by the time Charles had eaten a couple of grouse, and drunk a bottle of his excellent Rudesheimer, his spirits and valour revived exceedingly. Doubtless he inherits from his Boer ancestry a tendency towards courage of the Batavian description. He was in capital feather. "After all, Sey," he said, leaning back in his chair, "this time we score one.
In the meantime, how shall we describe the savage fury of the baronet, as the trembling wretch proceeded? It is impossible. His rage, the vehemence of his gestures, the spasms that seemed to sey;e sometimes upon his features and sometimes upon his limbs, as well as upon different parts of his body, transformed him into the appearance of something that was unnatural and frightful.
Was it not well worth my while paying you that slight commission in return for a guarantee of your future silence? Your mouth is now closed. And cheap too at the price. Yours, dear Comrade, in the great confraternity of rogues, "CUTHBERT CLAY, Colonel." Charles laid his note down, and grizzled. "What's yours, Sey?" he asked. "From a lady," I answered. He gazed at me suspiciously.
"When de ker'ige come 'roun', she hed put on her bonnet, an' wuz ready. Ez she got in, she sey to me, 'Hev yo' brought him home? an' we drove 'long, I ridin' behine. "When we got home, she got out, an' walked up de big walk up to de poach by herse'f. Ole missis hed done fin' de letter in Marse Chan's pocket, wid de love in it, while I wuz 'way, an' she wuz a- waitin' on de poach.
Before the crash comes I will sell out to-morrow the few shares I hold, through Charles's kindness, in the Cloetedorp Golcondas." With his marvellous business instinct, Charles seemed to divine my thought, for he turned round to me sharply. "Look here, Sey," he remarked, in an acidulous tone, "recollect, you're my brother-in-law. You are also my secretary.
And isn't it possible what he said of his methods at the Seamew's island that day was similarly designed in order to hoodwink us?" "That is so obvious, Sey," my brother-in-law observed, in a most aggrieved tone, "that I should have thought any secretary worth his salt would have arrived at it instantly."
Charles examined the name close. "Colonel Clay again!" he cried, turning to me with a despondent air. "He must have dressed the part. I shall die in the workhouse, Sey! That man has stolen away even my nest-egg from me." I saw it at a glance. "Mrs. Quackenboss!" I put in. "Those portraits on the Etruria! It was to help him in his make-up!
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