Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
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Great Porter Square: A Mystery. v. 2
Farjeon, B. L. (Benjamin Leopold)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
He carried the war into the enemy's quarters. He appeared with Grace
upon every public occasion that presented itself. In the theatre he
engaged the best and most conspicuous seats, and sat by the side of
Grace with Society's eyes full upon him. It did not help his cause that
Grace was invariably the most beautifully-dressed lady in the assembly,
and that her brightness and animation attracted general admiration.
Adolph espoused Grace's cause with complete disregard of consequences;
his cousin, Mr. Pelham, however, held aloof, and simply bowed to her in
public.
"Adolph is very fond of Grace," I said to Sydney.
"She is fond of him, too," responded Sydney. "What of that? He is but a
boy!"
It struck me as strange that, out of Grace's house, Adolph and Mr.
Pelham scarcely ever spoke to each other; as cousins they should have
been more intimate. But this circumstance helped to strengthen my
suspicions, and to render me more keenly watchful of the course of
events. Before long Mr. Pelham became an adept at roulette; the first
night he spent at Grace's house was the only night on which he lost.
Good luck ranged itself on his side, and he generally departed with a
comfortable sum in his possession. True, it was represented principally
by I. O. U.'s., but with the exception of Sydney there was not one of us
who could not afford immediately to pay his losses. For my own part I
did not lose; I even won a little; I played for small stakes, and Mr.
Pelham, winning so largely from others, did not grudge paying me,
without commenting on my caution or timidity. He now always acted as
banker at roulette; taking his seat at the head of the table with the
accustomed air of a professional; never making a mistake in paying or
receiving. His aptitude was wonderful. Sydney's losses grew larger and
larger, and the more he lost the more recklessly he betted. Mr. Pelham
was soon his principal creditor, and held the largest portion of his
paper.
One day, when I was out riding, my horse cast a shoe. The accident
happened within a couple of hundred yards of Grace's cottage. There was
a blacksmith near, and it occurred to me to leave my horse with the
blacksmith, and drop in upon Grace for a bit of lunch.
Upon my summons at the door being answered, I was informed that Grace
was not at home. Having a little time to spare, I strolled about the
country lanes, and came suddenly upon a lady and gentleman conversing
together. Their backs were towards me, but I recognised them instantly.
The lady was Grace, and the gentleman Mr. Pelham. They were conversing
earnestly, and I should have retired immediately had it not been for
the first few words which reached my ears. They were spoken by Mr.
Pelham, who said:
"It is time to gather in the harvest. We must get your fool of a lover
to stump up. Here is a list of his I O U's--in all, more than fourteen
thousand pounds. We shall be able to cut a dash, my girl. We'll go to
Monaco again, and this time we'll break the bank."
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