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From: | Roger Gay |
Subject: | [grt-talk] aim |
Date: | Thu, 14 Sep 2006 06:39:49 +0900 |
He filled his pipe, and sat himself crosswise in an
armchair withhis legs dangling over an arm. He spoke of hisdaughter at school
without the flicker of fear in his eyes whichhad distressed me. About these enemies
I was wholly in the dark.
Well, we cant afford to let them
catchhim.
I repeated what Macgillivray had told me aboutTroth
and Barralty. He has been out for the whole day, but hes backnow, for I heard his
bath running. The gentleman neednt worry himself, and he had told him so, but itwas
no good speaking. I suddenly felt very feeble, and rathertimid and old.
Hes too dangerous a lad to be left at large. To me
the whole affair suddenly beganto wear a blacker complexion.
Then I felt bound to put in a word of caution. Any
one reading that letter must assume that he knewall about the Haraldsen family and
its affairs.
But as he looked at Sandy his solemnity brokeinto a
smile. But I didnt think it wise to come direct.
Hehas been through rather a beastly experience,
which Ill tell youabout some day. To-morrow morning hegoes back with you to Fosse
with a bagful of papers which Haraldsenwill sign. There were a couple of young men,
too, who didntsay much.
He had also the latest works onfinance, so he kept
himself abreast of his profession. He spoke of hisdaughter at school without the
flicker of fear in his eyes whichhad distressed me. The jadetablet was put in my
hands for a purpose.
It doesntdo to underrate the intelligence of that
crowd. Fosse was a shabby, old farm-house comparedto it.
To me the whole affair suddenly beganto wear a
blacker complexion.
If we were makingno progress with Haraldsens
business we were at any rate mendinghis health.
A sharp practitioner, of course, but theresmore in
his persecution of Haraldsen than mere greed.
The Varrinder youth, who came with theMatthews,
turned up again.
As I was showing Sandy his room he said solemnly,
We must have along talk after dinner, Dick. Partly because ofMonsieur le Capitaine
Jacques DIngraville, alias Pierre Blanc. Any one reading that letter must assume
that he knewall about the Haraldsen family and its affairs.
Hedidnt say one word till we reached the house and
were beinggreeted by Mary. I go up to town to-morrow, said Sandy, and I must get
busy. Yousee, they both fell into the Mill pool.
Iwant to get them off his trail and gunning for
me.
Then I felt bound to put in a word of caution. I
heard for a fact that his bank has pulled himup about his overdraft. His hairhas
gone grey, and he has the air of a retired cavalry colonel.
Its one version of the Grand Manner that
ourancestors used to talk about.
You rememberin the Medina business that I advised
you to get straight off toMachray?
There was nothing boyish now about his face.
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