The Root of All EvilFletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
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The Root of All Evil
Fletcher, J. S. (Joseph Smith)
Detective and mystery stories; England -- Fiction
"Well," continued Jeckie, "all that went on up to the day that the
bailiff came to our place. George Grice was there when he came; he went
straight away home, and next day he sent Albert off to Nottingham, where
they have relations. He kept him away until we were out of the village;
he took good care that Albert never came near me nor wrote one single
line to me. He got him engaged to his cousin at Nottingham, and now,"
she concluded, laying her newspaper on Palethorpe's desk and pointing
to the marriage announcements, "now you see, they're wed! Wed two days
ago; there it is, in the paper."
"I saw it this morning," said Palethorpe. He looked inquisitively at his
visitor. "And now," he added, "now, Miss Farnish, you want----"
"Now," answered Jeckie, in curiously quiet tones, "now I'll make Albert
Grice and his father pay! You'll sue Albert for breach of promise of
marriage, and he shall pay through the nose, too! I'll let George Grice
see that no man's going to trifle with me; he shall have a lesson
that'll last him his life. I want you to start on with it at once; don't
lose a moment!"
"There was never any talk about breaking it off, I suppose?" asked
Overthwaite. "I mean between you and Albert?"
"Talk!" exclaimed Jeckie. "How could there be talk? I've never even set
eyes on him since the time I'm telling you about. George Grice took care
of that!"
Palethorpe picked up the letters. In silence he read through them,
noting how Jeckie had marked certain passages with a blue pencil, and as
he finished each he passed it to his partner.
"Clear case!" he said when he had handed over the last. "No possible
defence! He'll have to pay. Now, Miss Farnish, how much do you want in
the way of damages? Have you thought it out?"
"As much as ever I can get," answered Jeckie, promptly. "Yes, I have
thought it out. The damage to me's more nor what folk could think at
first thoughts. George Grice is a very warm man. I've heard him say,
myself, more than once, that he was the warmest man in Savilestowe, and
that's saying a good deal, for both Mr. Stubley and Mr. Merritt are
well-to-do men. And Albert is an only child: he'd ha' come in--he will
come in!--for all his father's money. I reckon that if I'd married
Albert Grice I should have been a very well-off woman. So the damages
ought to be----"
"Substantial--substantial!" said Palethorpe. "Very substantial, indeed,
Miss Farnish." He glanced at his partner, who was just laying aside the
last of the letters. "It's well known that George Grice is a rich man,"
he remarked. "But, now, here's a question--is this son of his in
partnership with him?"
Jeckie was ready with an answer to that.
"No, but he will be before a week's out," she said. "In fact, he may be
now, for aught that I know. I've certain means of knowing what goes on
at Grice's. George has promised to make Albert a partner as soon as he
married. Well, now he is married, so it may have come off. He hadn't
been a partner up to now."
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