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Waiting a few moments to allow the tremendous dose of spirits to produce its effect, and knowing this would last but a short time under the circumstances, Shorthouse then quietly got on his feet, saying in a determined voice "Now, Aunt Julia, we'll go upstairs and find out what all this noise is about. You must come too. It's what we agreed."
The sins of his employer's early years did not concern him, however. The man was kind and just, if eccentric; and Shorthouse, being in New York, did not probe to discover more particularly the sources whence his salary was so regularly paid. Moreover, the two men had grown to like each other and there was a genuine feeling of trust and respect between them.
"But never personal violence, I trust, Mr. Shorthouse," he added. "Never." "I'm glad to hear it," Garvey said in a sympathetic voice, "very glad to hear it. And now," he went on, "if you are ready we can transact this little matter of business before dinner. It will only take a moment." He drew a chair up to the desk and sat down, taking a pair of scissors from a drawer.
Garvey's face, bestial, loathsome, livid with anger; the Jew's white and grey with fear and horror; both turned towards him and joined in a wild, horrible yell that woke the echoes of the night. The next second they were after him at full speed. Shorthouse slammed the door in their faces and was at the foot of the stairs, crouching in the shadow, before they were out upon the landing.
But this," he added, "is a special occasion, isn't it?" Shorthouse was in the act of putting his glass down when something drew his eyes suddenly to the other's face. A strange note in the man's voice caught his attention and communicated alarm to his nerves.
Shorthouse led the way still without a word and we crawled in through a low door and seated ourselves in a soft heap of hay in the extreme corner. "Now," he said, speaking for the first time, "I'll show you the inside of the barn, so that you may know where you are, and what to do, in case anything happens."
After Shorthouse had once tasted the delights of publication and the pleasures of fame he wrote too much, and fiddled rather tediously upon a single string.
"I feel cold and a little frightened," she whispered. He offered to close the window, but she seized hold of him and begged him not to leave her side even for an instant. "It's upstairs, I know," she whispered, with an odd half laugh; "but I can't possibly go up." But Shorthouse thought otherwise, knowing that in action lay their best hope of self-control.
"I've just time to catch the 7.15 if I'm quick." "But I never heard of such a thing," Garvey said. "Of course I took it for granted that you would stay the night." "It's kind of you," said Shorthouse, "but really I must return to-night. I never expected to stay." The two men stood facing each other. Garvey pulled out his watch.
Shorthouse, that one cannot be too careful in matters of this kind especially," he went on, speaking very slowly and impressively, "in dealing with a man like my former partner, whose mind, as you doubtless may have discovered, is at times very sadly affected." Shorthouse made no reply to this. He felt that the other was watching him as a cat watches a mouse.
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