Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 21, 2025
Starling," Arnold continued. "He was going to take her home." "Was Starling lunching there?" Mr. Weatherley asked. "We saw him afterwards, coming up from the restaurant," Arnold replied. "He did not seem to have been in the Grill Room at all." Mr. Weatherley sat back in his chair and for several minutes he remained silent.
"What part of London do you live in?" Fenella asked her. "My uncle and I have rooms in the same house as Mr. Chetwode," she replied. "It is in Adam Street, off the Strand." "Not much air there this hot weather, I don't suppose," Mr. Weatherley remarked. "We are on the top floor," she replied, "and it is the end house, nearest to the river. Still, one feels the change here."
The look in Arnold's face, as she came slowly into the room, was one of frank and boyish admiration. The woman came towards him with a soft smile about her lips, but she was evidently puzzled. It was Mr. Weatherley who spoke. There was something almost triumphant in his manner. "This is Mr. Chetwode, dear, of whom I was speaking to you," he said.
Weatherley. Not only have I found her a very charming woman, but she has been most unnecessarily kind to me." Mr. Jarvis was silent for a moment. "I had forgotten," he admitted, "that that might be your point of view. It isn't, of course, possible to look for any feeling of loyalty for the chief from any one who has only been here a matter of a few months.
Samuel Weatherley. I am sorry that you are bothered, though, Mr. Chetwode. I think that to console you I shall wear one of my two new muslin gowns which have just arrived from Paris." "What is she talking about all this time?" Mr. Jarvis, who was itching with curiosity, broke in. "I am called away now," Arnold declared down the telephone. "I shall be quite punctual. Good-bye!"
Weatherley was in the office, and he insisted upon it, too. They only use this one in London, and I know that they are away somewhere for the week-end." "It has been so delightful," Ruth murmured. "Now I am going to lie back among these beautiful cushions, and just watch and think."
"Very pleasant indeed, thank you, sir," Arnold replied. "Mrs. Weatherley send any message?" her husband asked, with ill-assumed indifference. "None at all, sir." Mr. Weatherley sighed. He seemed a little disappointed. "Did you lunch at the Carlton?" "We took our coffee there afterwards," Arnold said. "We lunched at a small foreign restaurant near Oxford Street." "The Count Sabatini was there?"
"They seem to think that he reached the Strand and had a motor car waiting." Again there was silence. Then Mrs. Weatherley rose to her feet, glanced for a moment in the looking-glass, and turning round held out both her hands to Arnold. "You have been so kind to me," she said softly. "I shall not forget it indeed I shall not. Mr. Starling is going to take me home in his car. Good-bye!"
I know that I am quite inexperienced but I don't think that I have made any mistakes." Mr. Weatherley was, to tell the truth, thankful for the opening. "I have had no complaints, Chetwode," he admitted, struggling for that note of condescension which he felt to be in order. "No complaints at all. I was wondering if you you happened to play bridge?"
"I believe he went a great deal into society." "And, no doubt," Mr. Weatherley continued, eagerly, "he had many enemies. In the course of his commercial career, which I believe was an eventful one, he would naturally make enemies.... By the bye, Chetwode, speaking of blackmail that blackmail rumor, eh? You don't happen to have heard any particulars?" "None at all, sir," replied Arnold.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking