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Updated: June 13, 2025
At half-past nine on the Monday morning Miss Joan Meredyth walked into Mr. Slotman's office, and Mr. Slotman, seeing her, turned his head aside to hide the smirk of satisfaction. "Women," he said to himself, "are all alike. They give themselves confounded airs and graces, but when it comes to the point, they aren't born fools.
You've got to listen about other things!" He stretched out his hand to touch her, and she drew back. She rose, and her eyes flashed. "If you touch me, Mr. Slotman, I shall " She paused; she looked about her; she picked up a heavy ebony ruler from his desk. "I shall defend myself!" "Don't be a fool," he said, yet took a step backwards, for there was danger in her eyes.
It was possible that if she had left the General's she had gone back to take up her work with Slotman again. "I'll risk it," he thought, and went to Gracebury and made his way to Slotman's office. It was a sadly depleted staff that he found in the general office. An ancient man and a young boy represented Mr. Philip Slotman's one-time large clerical staff. "Mr.
Lady Linden had discussed Hugh Alston's marriage with Mrs. Pontifex, the Rector's wife, who in turn had discussed it with others. So, little by little, the story had leaked out, and all Cornbridge knew it, and Mr. Slotman found ample corroboration of Lady Linden's story. Not till he was in the train did Mr. Slotman begin to gather together all the threads of evidence.
Slotman turned; he fled, he ran blindly down the hall, undid the hall door, and let himself out, and then without a glance behind, he fled across the wide garden till he reached the road, panting and shaking. And now for the first time he looked back, and as he did so a blinding white glare seemed to strike his eyes; he staggered, and tried to spring aside.
"There may be a great deal that you are not aware of," said Slotman; and Slotman was quivering with rage at the indignities he had been subjected to. "You will forgive me," said Johnny, "but I do not propose to discuss my future wife with a stranger with anyone at all, in fact, and certainly not with a stranger."
For a long while Mr. Philip Slotman sat in deep thought. About Joan Meredyth there was a mystery, and it was a mystery that might be well worth solving. "I'll hunt it out," he muttered. "I'll have to work back. Let me see, there was that old General General ?" He frowned, Ah! he had it now, for his memory was a good one. "General Bartholomew! That was the name," Slotman muttered.
I want that money and more; I want a declaration from you that you will never molest her again; for if you do if you do " Hugh's face was not good to see, and Mr. Slotman quivered uneasily in his chair. "The the money was lent to me. Miss Meredyth worked for me, and and I went to her, explaining that my business was in a precarious condition, and she very kindly lent me the money.
Don't lose any time, and be sure that all past unhappiness can be ended, and the future faced with the certainty of brighter and happier days." Over this letter Joan Meredyth pondered a great deal. It was a warm-hearted and affectionate response to her somewhat stilted little appeal. Yet what did the old lady mean, to what did the veiled reference apply? "So you mean going, then?" Slotman asked.
That Joan had left General Bartholomew's house he was certain, but where was she? He had no right to enquire, no right to hunt her down. If he knew where she was, how could it profit him, for had he not promised to trouble her no more? Yet still for all that he wanted to know, and casting about in his mind how he might find her, he thought of Mr. Philip Slotman.
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