The Relentless CityBenson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
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The Relentless City
Benson, E. F. (Edward Frederic)
British -- United States -- Fiction; New York (N.Y.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Upper class -- Fiction
Bilton did not at once move from the breakfast-table after his
secretary had left him, but remained seated there, his elbow on the
table, his lips caressing an unlit cigar. Adept as he was at seeing
combinations, and supplying from his imagination factors which alone
would account for certain combinations presented to him as problems,
he could not at once see his way through this. More than that, he
could not determine with any internal satisfaction on his next
move. That move might, of course, be merely a negative move--mere
inaction on his part; but, turn the matter over in what way he might,
he could not see how to say 'check' in answer to this 'check.' He
was threatened--threatened, too, by a firm of eminently reputable
solicitors who presumably would not undertake business of any but the
securest nature. Fifteen thousand pounds, it is true, did not mean
anything very particular to him, but he saw further than that. Should
he pay it, the very fact of his payment was equivalent, to his shrewd
American brain, to a confession of his guilt. What if he paid only to
find that he had clinched the proof against himself? And if he did not
pay, if he shrugged his shoulders at the whole matter, what if the
'other hands' were entrusted with it?'
He rose from the table, biting his cigar through.
'The blackmailer blackmailed,' he muttered. 'New sensational novel.
Guess I'll think it over.'
He glanced again at the letter, and saw that he had till the evening
of the next day in which to commit himself definitely to one or the
other course of action. He would be back in London in the course of the
next afternoon; there would be time then, and to-day he was really too
busy to give the matter the attention which he was afraid it deserved.
But by mid-day to-morrow the affair of the strike in any case would
be off his mind; he would devote the whole of the hours occupied
by his journey back to London, if necessary, to the consideration
of this matter. Then there was the note from Amelie stopping the
coal-boring.... In a moment a possible reconstruction of what had
happened suggested itself to him. She knew.
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