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He came to see Miss Marjorie Linden, who was, I fancy, distantly related to him. I am not sure, Mr. Alston certainly called several times." "And saw Miss Meredyth?" "I think not. I have no reason to believe that he did. Miss Linden and Miss Meredyth were close friends, and of course Miss Linden may have introduced him. It is quite possible." "Thank you!" said Slotman.
I spent some time in the church there, and at the Council offices, looking for something, for something I didn't find, Joany and didn't expect to find either, come to that, ha, ha!" He laughed. "No, never expected to find, but, to make dead sure, I went to Morchester, and hunted there, Joany, and still I didn't find what I was looking for and knew I shouldn't find!" "Mr. Slotman!"
Show him in, Con." Mr. Philip Slotman, looking shaken, bearing on his face several patches of court plaster, which were visible, and in his breast a black fury that was invisible, came in. "Mr. Slotman?" "Yes, you are Mr. Everard?" Johnny nodded pleasantly. "If it is business, Sunday evening is hardly the time " "It is personal and private business, Mr. Everard."
But there were some who had seen Slotman come in, and among them was the waiter. He put his hand over his mouth, and smirked now at the sight of Slotman, and Slotman noticed it. The bells rang no message of peace and good-will to Mr. Slotman this morning. Yes, Joan would be the one. He would make her pay; he would hurt Alston through her, and hit her hard at the same time.
But but anyhow, that brute Slotman shan't worry her while I can crawl about." He was driven to the station the following morning. And now he was in the train for London. "I'll find out a firm of detectives and put 'em on Slotman," he thought, "but first I'll go and have a look round. What's the name of the place? Gracebury."
And I haven't got it, Mr. Alston. I'll swear I haven't a penny of it left. I could not repay it if I wanted to; it it was a friendly loan." Slotman leaned back in his chair; he looked at Hugh. "You have done me a cruel wrong, Mr. Alston," he said, in the tone of a deeply injured man. "Miss Meredyth worked for me, and while she was here I respected her, even more." He paused.
Slotman moved, apparently negligently, from his leather-covered armchair. He rose, he sauntered around the desk, then suddenly he flung off all pretence at lethargy, and with a quick step put himself between the girl and the door. "Now, my dear," he said, "you've got to listen to me!" "I am listening to you." She turned contemptuous grey eyes on him. "Hang the letter! I don't mean that.
It was weak perhaps, it was perhaps not in accord with her high courage, and yet frankly she was afraid. "I shall send the money." She came to the decision suddenly. Connie was speaking to her, about her brother, Joan believed, yet was not certain. Her thoughts were far away with Slotman and his letter and his demand. "I shall send the money." And having made up her mind, she felt instant relief.
The girl was watching her out of the corner of her small black eyes. She saw Joan tear up the letter she had commenced to write. "It was to him, she didn't know he had gone," Alice Betts thought, and Alice Betts was right. Mr. Philip Slotman had fallen on evil days, yet Mr.
"Oh, Miss Meredyth has gone to work," she said. "To work?" "Yes, she's a clerk or something in the City. The office is that of Philip Slotman and Company, Number sixteen, Gracebury." "You think that I could see her there?" asked Hugh, who had little knowledge of City offices and their routine and rules, so far as hirelings are concerned. "I suppose you could; you are a friend of hers?" He nodded.
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