Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction; Swindlers and swindling -- Fiction
Carne’s face was as smiling and fascinating as it was wont to be, but an
acute observer might have read in the curves of his lips a little of the
contempt he felt for the man before him. Matthew Greenthorpe’s face and
figure betrayed his origin as plainly as any words could have done. If
this had not been sufficient, his dress and the profusion of
jewelry--principally diamonds--that decked his person would have told
the tale. In appearance he was short, stout, very red about the face,
and made up what he lacked in breeding by an effusive familiarity that
sometimes bordered on the offensive.
"I am afraid," said Carne, when his host had finished speaking, "that I
ought to be ashamed of myself for intruding on you at such an early
hour. I wanted, however, to thank you personally for the kind
invitation you have sent me to be present at your daughter’s wedding."
"I trust you will be able to come," replied Mr. Greenthorpe a little
anxiously, for he was eager that the world should know that he and the
now famous Simon Carne were on familiar terms.
"That is exactly what has brought me to see you," said Carne. "I regret
to say I hardly know yet whether I shall be able to give myself that
pleasure or not. An important complication has arisen in connection
with some property in which I am interested, and it is just possible
that I shall be called to the Continent within the next few days. My
object in calling upon you this morning was to ask you to permit me to
withhold my answer until I am at liberty to speak more definitely as to
my arrangements."
"By all means, by all means," answered his host, placing himself with
legs wide apart upon the hearthrug, and rattling the money in his
trouser pockets. "Take just as long as you like so long as you don’t say
you can’t come. Me and the missus--hem!--I mean Mrs. Greenthorpe and
I--are looking forward to the pleasure of your society, and I can tell
you we sha’n’t think our company complete if we don’t have you with us."
"I am extremely flattered," said Carne sweetly, "and you may be sure it
will not be my fault if I am not among your guests."
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