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"But, Heseltine, wasn't this man Benham the fellow Medland had a sort of shindy with at that flower-show?" "Yes, he was. Kilshaw seemed to know all about him." "He was talking to Miss Medland." "And the Premier had her away from him in no time. Queer start, Sir John?" "Oh, well, he seems to have been a loose fellow, and I suppose was murdered for the money he had on him.
"It is best that the Premier should understand our position; what we have stated is absolutely essential to our continuance in the Government." Mr. Medland thought that the function of a follower was to follow, and of a leader to lead. He always found it difficult to put up with opposition, and patience was not among whatever qualities of statesmanship he possessed.
Having launched this hypothetical thunderbolt, she asked Alicia Derosne to give her another cup of tea. Alicia poured out the tea, handed it to her sister-in-law, and asked, "But, Mary, what is there so dreadful about Mr. Medland?" "Everything," said Lady Eynesford. "Still," suggested Miss Scaife, "if the creatures are bent on having him "
"He's supposed to be lying low. And then I was down at the club and met old Oakapple there, and he told me that Kilshaw had boasted of having done a deal with Puttock." "What did he mean?" Anyhow the Chief Justice thought Perry would be back soon." "What? That Mr. Medland would be turned out? What a shame! He hasn't had a fair chance, has he?"
Medland, don't you know, sir begging your pardon what's happened about Todd?" "No; what?" "There's a fine row up at the prison, sir. Two or three thousand of 'em went up there this morning to take him out, and the Governor's up there with the Volunteers, and they say there's going to be a big fight and " "The fools!" exclaimed Medland. "I must go, Chief Justice." "Why, what can you do?"
You used to be a hot-tempered fellow and however, I suppose Premiers can't afford the luxury of assaults." "I'm sorry to say they can't," said Mr. Medland. "I'll wait five minutes where I am." "All right. Good-night," and Mr. Benham disappeared among the trees. At the end of five minutes the Premier resumed his interrupted walk and soon reached his home.
Gathering his wandering wits together, Medland plunged again whole-heartedly into his speech, and slowly, gradually, almost, it seemed, step by step and man by man, he won back the thoughts of his audience. He wrestled with that strange paper rival and overthrew it. Man after man dropped it; its course was stayed; it fell underfoot or fluttered idly down the gangways.
His study showed signs of his daughter's presence. Her fan was on the table, her gloves beside it; on the mantelpiece lay a red rose, its stalk bound round with wire. Medland recognised it as like the bud Dick Derosne had worn in his button-hole. "The young rascal!" he said, as he mixed himself some brandy-and-water, and sat down to his desk.
"That, for one thing," and the Superintendent handed Kilshaw a photograph of two persons, a young woman and a young man. "Look at the back," he added. Kilshaw looked, and read "My wife and M." "That's the deceased's handwriting?" "Yes." "And you know the persons?" "I've no doubt about them. It's the Premier and and Mrs. Medland." "Exactly.
"My dear Eleanor, you're as strong as a pony," remarked Lady Eynesford. "A very little thing upsets Alicia." "No, I don't like turn-down collars," remarked Daisy Medland. "I'm very sorry," said Norburn. "You never said so before, and they're so comfortable." "And why don't you wear a high hat, and a frock-coat? It looks so much better. Mr. well, Mr.
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