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Self-indulgent, a libertine, he had pursued her with his attentions, pestered her with his admiration and his offensive compliments. Then it had slowly dawned on the brain of Mr. Philip Slotman that this girl was something better, higher, purer than most women he had known. He had come to realise it little by little. His feelings towards her had undergone a change.
Had not the man some right to defend himself, to explain? If he had wanted to explain, he had had ample opportunity, and he had not taken advantage of it. No, it was a joke a cruel, cowardly joke at her expense. Poor and alone in the world, with none to defend her, she had been subjected to the odious attentions of Slotman. She was ready to regard all men as creatures of the same type.
A nice little town, quiet though. I had a long talk with Miss Skinner remember her, don't you, Joany?" Her eyes glittered. "Mr. Slotman, I am trying to understand what this means. Is it that you are mad or intoxicated? Why do you come here to me with all these statements? Why do you come here at all?" "Marlbury," he continued unmoved, "a nice, quiet little place.
But he was not done yet. Six miles from Marlbury was Morchester, a far larger and more important town. Thither went Philip Slotman and pursued his enquiries with a like result.
The young man was leaning against an old rose-red brick wall, smoking a pipe and obviously waiting. The most noticeable thing about the young man was that he was exceptionally big and of powerful build and determined appearance. Another thing that Slotman noticed about him was that he was not Mr. Hugh Alston, whom he remembered perfectly. "Well?"
"What is it? What do you want?" "A gentleman to see you, sir. Mr. Alston from " "I can't see him!" Slotman said quickly. "Tell him I am out, and that " "I am already here, and you are going to see me." Hugh Alston came in. "You can go!" to the boy, who hesitated. "You hear me, you can go!" Hugh closed the door after the lad.
But he had planted the venom; he had left it behind him. He had forced this man to hear, even though he would not listen. "First blow," Slotman thought, "the first blow at her! And I ain't done yet! no, I ain't done yet. I'll make her writhe " He paused. He had not carried out his intention in full, this man had not given him time.
Next week probably there would be only one. "Hello, Slotman!" It was a business acquaintance, who had dropped in to discuss the financial position. "Things all right? "Nothing to complain about," said Slotman, who did not believe in crying stinking fish. Credit meant everything to him, and it was for that reason he wore very nice clothes and more jewellery than good taste warranted. In Mr.
Everard that I entirely forgot a small matter," he said to the servant. "Don't trouble, I know the way." He pushed past the girl into the house. Johnny, staring before him into vacancy, trying to realise this incredible, impossible thing that the man had told him, started. He looked up. In the doorway stood Mr. Slotman. "By Heaven!" said Johnny, and sprang up. "If you don't go " "Wait!
"Very good, sir. Where shall I send them to?" "I don't know yet. I'll wire you an address." Yes, he must go to London. He could not go and watch Joan at Starden, but he could go to London and watch Mr. Philip Slotman. "What I'll do is this I'll have a watch kept on that man. There are private detective chaps who'll do it for me. If he goes down to Starden, I'll be after him hot-foot.
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