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"Did you see the questions that were asked in the House yesterday?" Phipps leaned back in his chair and laughed quietly. "Questions? Yes! Who cares about them? Believe me, Dredlinton, our Government has one golden rule. It never interferes with private enterprise. I don't know whether you realise it, but since the war there is more elasticity about trading methods than there was before.
"Supposing I sell these shares?" "Then," Dredlinton promised, "I shall endeavour to forget the incident of last night. Further than that, I might indeed be tempted, if it were made worth my while, to provide my wife with a more honourable mode of escape." "You're wonderful," Wingate declared, nodding his head quickly. "What are you going to get for blackmailing me into selling those shares?"
Last of all, Grant and Wingate between them carried the body of Lord Dredlinton behind the screen and laid it upon the sofa. Then the latter stood back and surveyed his work. "That will do," he said. "Wait one moment, Grant, before you show the inspector in. I have a word to say first to my two friends here." Phipps scowled across the table, heavy-eyed and sullen.
"You're spoiling every one's enjoyment, making a disturbance like this." "Spoiling their enjoyment be hanged!" Dredlinton scoffed. "Tell you what, I'm going to make the party go. I'm going to have a bit of fun. What about an auction, eh? -an auction with two bidders only both millionaires one's a pal and the other isn't. Both want the same thing happens to be mine. Damn!
Wingate," she said, "Mr. John Wingate Lord Dredlinton." The newcomer's manner underwent a sudden change. "What, John Wingate from New York?" he exclaimed. Wingate assented briefly. Lord Dredlinton advanced at once with outstretched hand. All the amiability which he could muster at a moment's notice was diffused into his tone and manner. "My dear sir," he said, "I am delighted to meet you.
It seems that they have been all the time up in the North of England, making some investigations connected with the energies of their company. Their sudden return was naturally a great relief to Lord Dredlinton. We all celebrated -perhaps a little too well. Since then I am afraid we must also plead guilty," Wingate went on, "to a rather wild night, which has ended, as you see, in tragedy."
The worst that could happen to us might be that they appointed a commission to investigate our business methods. Well, they'd find it uncommonly hard to get at the bottom of them, and by the time they were in a position to make a report, the whole thing would be over." "It's making us damned unpopular," Dredlinton grumbled. "For the moment," the other agreed, "but remember this.
"If Lord Dredlinton has been sitting for long in an atmosphere like this," he observed drily, "it's enough to have killed him." He glanced around with an air of distaste at Phipps and Rees, at the debris of the presumed debauch, and stooped over the body stretched upon the sofa. His examination lasted barely a minute. Then he rose to his feet.
There was a sound as though the receiver had been taken from her fingers. Dredlinton himself spoke. "Look here, Wingate, this is Dredlinton speaking," he said. "You won't let this little affair make any difference to your call upon us on Tuesday morning?" "Certainly not," Wingate replied. "I was thinking of writing you about that, though. I don't see any object in my coming.
What sort of a country are we living in? Are you all nincompoops?" "We remain what we are, notwithstanding your lordship's opinion," the inspector answered, with a shade of sarcasm in his level tone. "I may add that I am not the only one engaged in this Investigation, and I can only do my duty according to the best of my ability." "You've done nothing nothing at all!" Dredlinton protested angrily.
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