Sitting at ease in the lounge of the Grand Hotel at Brighton one
afternoon in June, he reviewed the situation critically. He was better
off than he had been, too—always a pleasant matter of contemplation.
Secretly as he worked, he was recognized by the Press as a man who could
tap many mines of marketable knowledge, "one in the know," as the phrase
goes, unhampered by petty scruples as to parting with his knowledge for
a valuable sum. He had easily learned the journalists’ knack of dressing
his knowledge in pertinent phrase; that fact told too. Thanks to
Evelyn, he was received everywhere now; the world forgets very easily,
unless its memory is jogged. The inscriptions on his sisters’
tombstones were now illegible for want of care, and Brand himself was
not the type of man whom ghosts haunt.
He was careful in small details, sure in his heart that Evelyn could not
do more than suspect him, and had no means of proving her knowledge.
Her hands were tied too. To prove that Dora Farquharson had told her
husband’s secrets to a man who, in turn, sold them to the daily Press,
was, after all, to drag down Farquharson from his high place. Cæsar’s
wife—he laughed; in this case she had proved a very useful buffer!
Since the episode in the hall, Brand had been more careful in concealing
matters from his wife. He went to another banker, and kept his
cheque-book under lock and key, for instance—not that that was necessary
with Evelyn—but he took care that she should no longer benefit by the
price he was paid for his items of news.
And, little by little, he was sowing seeds of suspicion among the
Opposition. It was his dearest hope to drag Farquharson’s name in the
dust. He never forgot that it was Farquharson who had ousted him for
ever from the place which he might have taken in Calvert’s regard. For
ever?—the man was old and weak now; who knew but if Farquharson failed
him he might not lend a more willing ear to the voice of the ready
sympathizer, who was also a near connection?
In any case Brand was content to wait. Until he is found out, a cheat
is bound to win the greatest number of tricks in a game of skill.
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