The Lindsays : $b A romance of Scottish life, Volume 2 (of 3)Leys, John K. (John Kirkwood)
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The Lindsays : $b A romance of Scottish life, Volume 2 (of 3)
Leys, John K. (John Kirkwood)
Scotland -- Fiction
‘It seems to me, as you said last night, almost a sin not to try to
prevent so gross an act of folly as the one we were speaking of,’
he said at last. ‘And a plan has occurred to me that might possibly
succeed.’
‘Really! You’re a brick, Beattie. I always said you were. I always knew
you had twice as much brains as most fellows.’
Beattie took no notice of this.
‘There is a risk about it, no doubt. There always must be in such
cases. But I think the danger may be reduced to a minimum.’
‘What is it? What is your idea?’
‘It will require some care and adroitness on your part, when the
critical moment arrives; but I shall ask you to do nothing impossible,
or even difficult.’
‘I can’t do any forg----, if you mean that,’ said Semple, with a slight
shiver. ‘I really couldn’t. I mean, I haven’t the skill.’
Beattie threw a contemptuous glance at his companion.
‘You surely forget what I said on that point last night,’ he said
coldly.
‘But how else are you to manage it? What is your idea?’
‘I may as well tell you now that I don’t take another step unless you
give me back that promissory note of mine. You can sign a receipt for
the money now, and send me the note when you return to Glasgow. I will
burn them both. “Dead men tell no tales.”’
‘Oh, but you know, old man, that’s too much. I let you off a hundred
only last night.’
‘What has that to do with it? I gave you a return for the hundred,
didn’t I? I tell you I have made up my mind that the old debt must be
cleared out of the way to begin with, and I must have half profits if
we succeed.’
‘Half profits! Why, you couldn’t touch a penny of it without me!’
‘Nor could you without me.’
And after a little wrangling, Semple was forced to consent to these
conditions.
‘Now, what is your precious plan?’ he asked, when he had signed the
necessary paper.
‘I think you had better leave that to me,’ said Beattie, as he lit a
cigarette.
‘That’s cool, I must say!’
‘As you like,’ answered the other, shrugging his shoulders; ‘but it
seems to me that it’s much safer for you to know nothing. I may very
probably want your help. But in case of anything coming out, the less
you know the better.’
‘I see. All right.’
‘There is one unfortunate circumstance. We can’t secure the whole
half-million. We can only get about half of it.’
‘Half of it! Why didn’t you tell me that sooner? Do you think I would
have gone shares with you, if I had known that? I won’t do it, and
that’s flat.’
Semple could be obstinate enough when he liked; and in the end a
compromise was effected. If Semple realized two hundred thousand pounds
from his uncle’s estate, Beattie was to have half of the whole. All
above two hundred thousand the former was to keep for himself.
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