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Updated: June 13, 2025
You must live near here or you wouldn't be chasing horses about this road." "I live at a place called Corven Abbey." "What Corven Abbey? Why, that's where I'm going." "Jimmy! Oh, I see. You're Spennie's friend. But where is Spennie?" "At the abbey by now. He went in the auto with his uncle and aunt." "How did you meet Spennie?"
As he two-stepped down the room, the lines of agony on his face were softened. He even smiled. As for Spennie, the brilliance of his happy grin dazzled all beholders. He was still wearing it when he invaded the solitude of Mr. McEachern. In every dance, however greatly he may be enjoying it, there comes a time when a man needs a meditative cigarette apart from the throng.
I want to pay Wesson first thing to-morrow morning." "Very well. You'd better give me those notes, Spennie. I'll put them back." The amateur cracksman handed over his loot, and retired toward the stairs. Molly could hear him going down them three at a time, in a whirl of relief and good resolutions. She went to Sir Thomas' room, and replaced the notes.
"Isn't she attractive, either?" "Aunt Julia," said Spennie with feeling, "is the absolute limit. Wait till you see her. Sort of woman who makes you feel that your hands are the color of a frightful tomato and the size of a billiard table, if you know what I mean. By gad, though, you should see her jewels. It's perfectly beastly the way that woman crams them on.
His stunt ain't writin', sure. Say, dere's a gazebo what wants to get busy wit' de heroine's jools what's locked in de drawer in de dressin' room. So dis mug, what do youse t'ink he does? Why " "Another friend of yours, Spennie?" inquired Sir Thomas politely, eying the red-haired speaker with interest. "It's " He looked appealingly at Jimmy. "It's only my man," said Jimmy.
"Come in, my boy, come in," said Mr. McEachern. "I was waiting to see you." Spennie regretted his entrance. He had supposed that the other had heard the news of the breaking-off of the engagement. Evidently, however, McEachern had not. This was a nuisance. The idea of flight came to Spennie, but he dismissed it. As nominal host that night, he had to dance many duty-dances.
Ber-ridge " "Well, let's have a game, then. Anything for something to do. Curse this rain! We shall be cooped up here till dinner at this rate." "Double dummy's a frightfully rotten game," said Spennie. "Ever played picquet? I could teach it to you in five minutes." A look of almost awe came into Wesson's face, the look of one who sees a miracle performed before his eyes.
In a chair at the far end of the room, Sir Thomas Blunt surveyed the scene gloomily through the smoke of a cigarette. The sound of Lady Blunt's voice had struck their ears as they opened the door. The Maxim gun was in action with no apparent prospect of jamming. The target of the moment was a fair, tired-looking lady, with a remarkable resemblance to Spennie. Jimmy took her to be his hostess.
Every now and then he asked a question. It was evident that he was beginning to grasp the idea of the game. "What exactly is repicquing?" he asked, as Spennie paused. "It's like this," said Spennie, returning to his lecture. "Yes, I see now," said the neophyte. They began playing. Spennie, as was only to be expected in a contest between teacher and student, won the first two hands.
Spennie's conscience made one last effort. "You'd much better stop, you know, Wesson, really," he said. "You can lose a frightful lot at this game." "My dear Spennie," said Wesson stiffly, "I can look after myself, thanks. Of course, if you think you are risking too much, by all means " "Oh, if you don't mind," said Spennie, outraged, "I'm only too frightfully pleased.
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