City and town life -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
After this climax the interview was not so long as it was interesting.
Two men as far apart as the poles, as remote from each other in mind
and body, in training and education or lack of it, in desires and
intentions, in points of view and trend of being, as nature and
circumstances could make them, talked in a language foreign to each
other of a wildly strange thing. Palliser's arguments and points of
aspect were less unknown to T. Tembarom than his own were to Palliser.
He had seen something very like them before, though they had developed
in different surroundings and had been differently expressed. The
colloquialism “You're not doing that for your health” can be made
to cover much ground in the way of the stripping bare of motives for
action. This was what, in excellent and well-chosen English, Captain
Palliser frankly said to his host. Of nothing which T. Tembarom said
to him in his own statement did he believe one word or syllable. The
statement in question was not long or detailed. It was, of course,
Palliser saw, a ridiculously impudent flinging together of a farrago
of nonsense, transparent in its effort beyond belief. Before he had
listened five minutes with the distinctly “nasty” smile, he burst out
laughing.
“That is a good `spiel,' my dear chap,” he said. “It's as good a `spiel'
as your typewriter friend used to rattle off when he thought he saw a
customer; but I'm not a customer.”
Tembarom looked at him interestedly for about ten seconds. His hands
were thrust into his trousers pockets, as was his almost invariable
custom. Absorption and speculation, even emotion and excitement, were
usually expressed in this unconventional manner.
“You don't believe a darned word of it,” was his sole observation.
“Not a darned word,” Palliser smiled. “You are trying a `bluff,' which
doesn't do credit to your usual sharpness. It's a bluff that is actually
silly. It makes you look like an ass.”
“Well, it's true,” said Tembarom; “it's true.”
Palliser laughed again.
“I only said it made you look like an ass,” he remarked. “I don't
profess to understand you altogether, because you are a new species.
Your combination of ignorance and sharpness isn't easy to calculate on.
But there is one thing I have found out, and that is, that when you want
to play a particular sharp trick you are willing to let people take
you for a fool. I'll own you've deceived me once or twice, even when I
suspected you. I've heard that's one of the most successful methods used
in the American business world. That's why I only say you look like an
ass. You are an ass in some respects; but you are letting yourself look
like one now for some shrewd end. You either think you'll slip out of
danger by it when I make this discovery public, or you think you'll
somehow trick me into keeping my mouth shut.”
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