Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truthCapes, Bernard
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Gilead Balm, knight errant : $b His adventures in search of the truth
Capes, Bernard
Detective and mystery stories, English; English fiction -- 20th century
His candour, his winning manner, not to speak of his self-revelation,
won him at once and as always complete absolution. Mr Bundy, with a
supreme effort to throw off the lowness of spirit into which he had
again sunk, responded, as heartily as possible, in kind.
“Say no more, sir,” he said; “say no more. I congratulate myself, I
positively do, on this accident.”
“We have been talking at cross-purposes,” said Gilead.
“We will do so no longer,” cried the other. “I should know, sir, of
the lofty motives which actuate your Agency; and, more, of the
personal reputation of its founder. I should take it as an honour,
sir, if you would permit me to make bare to Mr Balm the bosom which
has already, perchance unwittingly, half revealed itself to a
stranger.”
“I shall be delighted,” said Gilead gravely. “You heap coals of fire
on my head.”
“Then, sir,” said Mr Bundy, with a gleam of real brightness, “do me
the favour--the morning is well advanced--to share with me my
luncheon, which lies ready for us yonder.”
He led the way to the shed, where lay a basket well packed with pâté
de foie gras sandwiches under a napkin, some Bath buns and cream
cakes, a syphon of soda-water, a tumbler, and a flask of whisky.
“Sit, sir, sit,” said the stranger; “and, while we eat, I will, with
your permission, make known to you that part of my story which turns
upon the fortuity which has made you my honoured confidant. It is soon
told.”
He offered Gilead a sandwich, took a clump of three himself, devoured
two with a falling visage, and, waving the other in his hand, began:--
“My name, sir, is as I told you Emmanuel Bundy; my residence is
situate in the Leigham Court Road, Streatham; my business is that of
a hide-merchant, in the pursuit of which, I may say, I have amassed a
considerable fortune. I am fifty-four years of age. That odious vanity
which would falsify the accounts of Nature has never been mine. Years,
as they accumulate gold, accumulate wisdom. Why should we boast of the
lesser gain and repudiate the greater? Amongst all the possessions
which they have brought to me I account none more priceless than my
acquaintance with Cornelia Cox.”
He paused a moment to devour his sandwich and to help himself to three
more.
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