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"Wingate," he invited, "sit down, won't you, and smoke a cigar with me. Let us have a reasonable chat together, I am perfectly convinced that there is nothing for us to quarrel about." "Since when have you come to that conclusion, Lord Dredlinton?" Wingate asked, without abandoning his somewhat uncompromising attitude. "Since our interview at the office."
Phipps is shy about starting. Let's have your bid. What about ten thou, eh?" Wingate came slowly around the table. His eyes never left Dredlinton. Dredlinton, too, watched him like a cat, watched him drawing nearer and nearer. "What, do you want to whisper your bid?" he jeered. "Out with it like a man! This is a unique opportunity. Heaven knows when you may get the chance again!
"Two thousand pounds." "Get along and earn it, then." Dredlinton wrote in silence for several moments. Then he read the document over to himself. "'I, John Wingate all my shares in the Universal Steamship Company, and accept herewith as a deposit. There, Mr. Wingate, I think you will find that correct. Phipps shall write you a cheque Immediately." He touched the bell.
I happen to need your help." "My help?" Dredlinton repeated. "The poor little spider to help the mighty Phipps! You're not finding difficulties in the way of your suit, are you?" "If I do, it will be the worse for you," was the gruff reply. "As you're going on now, Dredlinton, it will be your wife, and your wife alone, who'll keep you out of jail before many weeks are past.
"You called to see Lord Dredlinton, I believe, Inspector," he began. "My name is Wingate. I am friend of the family." "I understood that Lord Dredlinton was here," the inspector announced, looking around. "I am sorry to say," Wingate informed him gravely, "that a very terrible thing has happened. Lord Dredlinton died suddenly in this room, only a few minutes ago. His body is upon the sofa there."
Lady Amesbury and Sarah Baldwin and a few others are coming." "Lady Dredlinton, by any chance?" Kendrick asked. "Lady Dredlinton, certainly." "I'll turn up soon after one. And, Wingate." "Well?" "Don't think I'm a croaker, but I know Peter Phipps. There isn't a man on this earth I'd fear more as an enemy. He's unscrupulous, untrustworthy, and an unflinching hater.
Henry will be so glad to meet you." "It will give me great pleasure to meet Lord Dredlinton," Wingate murmured, as he made his farewell bow. Dredlinton House, before which Wingate presented himself punctually at eight o'clock that evening, had a sombre, almost a deserted appearance. The great bell which he pealed seemed to ring through empty spaces.
"You remain her husband nominally and you have therefore a certain amount of authority. You must forbid her to receive Wingate." "I'll forbid her, all right," Dredlinton assented, "but I won't guarantee that she'll obey." "Then you must give orders to the servants," Phipps insisted.
"How the devil could Flossie Lane see anything of the sort? She was nowhere near my rooms." "Oh, yes, she was!" Dredlinton assured him. "She just looked in one look was quite enough. Didn't you hear the door slam?" "My God!" Wingate muttered, with a sudden instinct of recollection. "Perhaps you wonder why she came?" the other continued. "I will tell you.
Dredlinton stood and glared at his wife, his eyes narrowing, his mean little mouth curled.
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