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Updated: June 26, 2025
He had law and nature on his side for once, but in the eyes of the humorist, or of impartial justice, there was not very much to choose between them. In fact the advantage was on Stanistreet's side.
"There are some vulnerable parts above the belt, though you mightn't think it." "If it comes to that, Stanny, I must say you got your revenge. Trust an old friend for knowing where to hit. That fist of yours caught me in some very nasty places. Suppose we shake hands." They shook hands. Stanistreet's hand was cold as ice.
Stanistreet's mind must have been seriously off its balance, otherwise he would never have done this clumsy thing. Tyson strode to his wife's chair and tossed the letter into her lap. "How long has Stanistreet been paying you these little attentions?" She looked up smiling. I am not sure that she did not think this new tone of Tyson's was part of the game they were playing together.
The phrase had an undertone of dull passionate self-reproach that was distinctly audible to Stanistreet's finer ear. Stanistreet knew many things about Tyson knew, for instance, the cause that but for this would have taken him up to town; and Tyson knew that he knew. If it came to that, Stanistreet too had some grounds for self-reproach.
A slightly longer pause prefaced Stanistreet's reply, something which he delivered in measured tones: "I am able to promise you the British Government will show due appreciation of your disinterested services, Monsieur Duchemin." "Not disinterested not that!" the cheat protested. "Gentlemen of my kidney, sir, seldom put themselves out except in lively anticipation of favours to come."
"I was not," Lanyard replied with disarming good humour. "I'm afraid that is something much too important and confidential to reveal even to Colonel Stanistreet's secretary, if you don't mind my saying so." Mr. Blensop did mind, and betrayed vexation with an impatient little gesture which caused the card to fly from his fingers and fall face uppermost on the table.
"Be good enough to make yourself more clear." "Cheerfully. I possess this document. I understand its character is such that Germany would pay a round price for it. But I am a good patriot. In spite of the fact that nobody knew I possessed it, in spite of the fact that I need only have quietly taken it to Seventy-ninth Street to-night " "Monsieur Duchemin!" Stanistreet's voice was icy.
She looked up in Stanistreet's face as he came in, but held out no hand. "Louis," she whispered hoarsely when he was near, "where's Nevill?" "In London." "Have you seen him?" "Yes." "Is he coming?" "I don't know. I didn't speak to him. I I was in a hurry." She had turned her head. Her eyes never wandered from that small yellowish bundle. Up to the last she had let it lie on the nurse's knee.
As Stanistreet's hansom turned after leaving her at Ridgmount Gardens, he thought he saw some one remarkably like Tyson standing in the shadow of the railings opposite her door. He must have seen them; and but for the delay they would probably have overtaken and so missed him. And Stanistreet kept on saying to himself: No. Women do not love like that.
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