Criminals -- Fiction; Detective and mystery stories; Extortion -- Fiction
The young man laughingly told his sweetheart that he thought her
father had been at the bottom of this unusual invitation, and she
admitted it.
“He’s a very keen judge of character,” she said. “In his responsible
position he is bound to be. And he says you never thoroughly know a
man till you have stayed in the same house with him. No doubt that is
why he wanted you here daily for a time.”
“Till he had completed his investigations, eh?” observed Lydon, with
an amused smile, although at the same time he had every sympathy with
regard to Jasper’s anxiety on behalf of his child. “Well, dear, I
shall have to mind my P’s and Q’s, shan’t I? I must take care not to
come down grumpy in the morning, or show any of the latent villainy
that is hidden somewhere in my disposition.”
The girl laughed happily. She had inherited her father’s capacity for
reading character, and she had not much fear of this open, honest,
even-tempered young fellow, whose moods hardly ever seemed to vary.
It occurred to Lydon that, on this visit, Stormont was devoting
himself much more closely to his business, whatever it might be, than
was usual with him. He went up pretty early to London every day, and
on two occasions he missed dinner, and did not return till late in the
evening. Evidently something of importance was going on.
There were, strange to relate, no dinner parties during that week.
Lydon could hardly believe there was so much affection between the two
men that Howard wanted to enjoy his brother’s company without
interruption. He thought it was rather a matter of policy.
Howard knew that, if questioned, Gloria would not be able to conceal
the fact of his extravagance. She might even let out that there were
periods when he was obviously short of money, and in view of these
possible confidences he did not wish to give Jasper the elder
brother’s privilege of lecturing him. In the eyes of such a financial
purist as the banker, his happy-go-lucky methods would savour of
nothing short of criminal folly.
Lydon listened to his sentiments one night when the two men were
together in the smoking-room, on the second occasion on which Howard
had not returned to dinner. The banker’s face was very grim as he
delivered his criticism on what he knew and had observed.
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