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
For once in her life Jeckie was taken aback. She stared at her visitor
as if Lucilla had been one of the animals from the menagerie just then
being shown at Sicaster, and the vivid colour which always distinguished
her healthy cheeks deepened. In silence, and with a glance at Rushie,
who was staring open-mouthed at Mrs. Albert, she left the cash desk and
ushered the caller into the parlour.
"What do you want?" she demanded with asperity. "I'm busy!"
"You're always busy," said Lucilla. "Anybody can see that. But you'll
spare me a minute or two, I'm sure, and I'll sit down, if you please,
Miss Farnish," she went on, when Jeckie had ungraciously indicated the
chair and had taken one herself--to sit on the extreme edge of it in a
severely rigid and disapproving attitude. "Miss Farnish, there's no need
for you and me to be enemies, whatever you may be with the men opposite.
I'd naught to do with what happened between you and the Grices. I never
knew that you and Albert had been engaged when he came to our house at
Nottingham. I never knew till we were married. What I know is that I
brought Albert Grice a couple of thousand pounds, and that me and my
father expected I was marrying into something that was worth having!"
"Isn't it?" demanded Jeckie, with a grim face.
"It's not going to be if things go on as they are!" answered Lucilla,
with obvious candour. "I'm all for plain speaking, and truth, and seeing
things as they are, I am! And what's the use of endeavouring to conceal
things, Miss Farnish? I've kept the books across there ever since I came
to this place, and I know how George Grice & Son is situated."
"Well?" said Jeckie, grim as ever. "Well?"
"Well," answered Lucilla, "I should think the plain truth's obvious to
anybody that has eyes! Their trade's falling off. Of course, you know
that as well as I do. You've got what they've lost. I don't see any use
in concealing matters; their turn-over this year'll not be half of what
it was last year. Now, Miss Farnish, I put it to you--how long's this
going to last?"
Jeckie shifted her stiff position, and began to grow interested.
"I don't know what you mean," she said.
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