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
"Smart woman," he exclaimed admiringly. "Excellent! Excellent! Didn't I
tell you that you'd be able to manage it? Good! Good!"
"Yes," said Jeckie, almost indifferently. "I did it. I knew how to do
it, you see, when I came to to think it over. And I did it there and
then, and paid the price--there's naught to do but the legal business,
and that's only a matter of form. The land's mine, now." She moved
across the room to her safe, unlocked it, took out an envelope, drew
Mortimer's cheque from it, and quietly laid it at his elbow. "I shan't
want that, of course," she added.
Mortimer looked up at her in surprise.
"But--I was to find the money!" he said.
"I've found it," answered Jeckie. "I've bought the land--it's mine, and
whatever's underneath it is mine, too. So if there's nothing, there's
nothing--and you'll lose nothing."
"Oh, well," said Mortimer, "as long as we've got it, it doesn't much
matter who's bought it--we'll make that right later."
Jeckie gave him no reply. But in Mortimer's sorry acceptance of her
announcement she made a sudden discovery as to his character.
Enthusiastic he no doubt was, and eager and full of ideas as to
business. But--he was easygoing, apt to let things slide; ready to take
matters as settled when they were all unsettled. Jeckie herself, had she
been Mortimer, and bearing in mind the conversation of the previous
evening, would have insisted on a proper and definite understanding as
to the ownership of the forty acres. She smiled grimly as she relocked
the door of her safe, and she said to herself when it came to a contest
of brains she was one too many for this smart London fellow. The land
was hers, and the mineral beneath it--so she said nothing; there was
nothing to say.
"The thing is," said Mortimer, again rubbing his hands in high glee,
"the thing is, now, to get to work. We must bore!"
"How's that set about?" asked Jeckie, who was now anxious to learn all
she could. "What's done, like?"
"Oh, you just get some men and the necessary apparatus," replied
Mortimer nonchalantly. "I'll see to all that. And I'll get a
friend of mine down from London--I'll take a room for him at the
'Coach-and-Four'--a friend who's one of the cleverest experts of the
day; he and I, between us, will jolly soon tell you what lies under that
land. Of course, I haven't the slightest doubt about it, but it's
better to have the opinion of two experts than one. My friend's name is
Farebrother--he's well-known. He shall come down and watch the boring
operations with me. I'll get the men and the requisite machinery at
once, and we'll go to work as soon as you've got the legal business
through--we'd better keep it dark until then."
"All that'll cost money, of course," observed Jeckie.
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