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The little party of late diners passed on their way to the further end of the room, leaving a wave of artificiality behind, or was it, Andrew Wilmore wondered, in a moment of half-dazed speculation, that it was they and the rest of the gay company who represented the real things, and he and his companion who were playing a sombre part in some unreal and gloomier world.
"Neither can I, from what I remember of the boy," Francis agreed. "Let me see, what was he doing in the City?" "He was with Jameson & Scott, the stockbrokers," Wilmore replied. "He was only learning the business and he had no responsibilities. Curiously enough, though, when I went to see Mr.
There had been no undue feinting, no holding, few of the tricks of the professional ring. It was a fight to a finish, or until Harrison gave the word. And the better man had won. But even that knock-out blow which Reggie Wilmore had delivered after a wonderful feint, had had little that was cruel in it.
'We want another panic, Beauchamp, said Lieutenant Wilmore. 'No one knows better than you what a naval man has to complain of, so I hope you'll get your Election, if only that we may reckon on a good look-out for the interests of the service. A regular Board with a permanent Lord High Admiral, and a regular vote of money to keep it up to the mark. Stick to that. Hardist has a vote in Bevisham.
'You wouldn't take that man and me to have been messmates for years! Old Jack Wilmore! Don't go, Lydiard. Lydiard declared that he was bound to go: he was engaged to read Italian for an hour with Mrs. Wardour-Devereux. 'Then go, by all means, Beauchamp dismissed him. He felt as if he had held a review of his friends and enemies on the door-step, and found them of one colour.
But why the dickens should it?" the other demanded, in a puzzled tone. "It was quite an ordinary case, in its way, and you won it." "I won it," Francis admitted. "Your defence was the most ingenious thing I ever heard." "Mostly suggested, now I come to think of it," the barrister remarked grimly, "by the prisoner himself." "But why are you upset about it, anyway?" Wilmore persisted.
I'm going to the country later on, but I've half-an-hour to spare. We can go without our coffee and be there in ten minutes." "A great idea," Wilmore acquiesced. "It's probably the last place Reggie visited, anyway." The gymnasium itself was a source of immense surprise to both Francis and Wilmore.
His manner seemed even to invite questioning. "I think I know why," Wilmore said, "but I should like you to tell me in your own words." Francis glanced around as though to be sure that they were not overheard. "Because," he replied, dropping his voice a little but still speaking with great distinctness, "William Bull is a cunning and dangerous criminal whom I should prefer to see hanged."
And instead you exchange polite bows. I would not have missed this situation for anything." "Tradesman!" Francis scoffed. "One can guess already at the plot of your next novel." "He has courage," Wilmore declared. "He has also a very beautiful companion. Were you serious, Francis, when you told me that that was his wife?" "She herself was my informant," was the quiet reply. Wilmore was puzzled.
"Exactly, he is a Quaker, with the exception of the peculiar dress." "Has he any friends?" "Yes, every one who knows him is his friend." "But has he any enemies?" "One only." "What is his name?" "Lord Wilmore." "Where is he?" "He is in Paris just now." "Can he give me any particulars?" "Important ones; he was in India with Zaccone." "Do you know his abode?"
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