The Wicked MarquisOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Wicked Marquis
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
He left her quite easily, but when she tried to start to meet her
husband, her knees gave way. She clung to the paling and watched him
cross the bridge and stroll up the little strip of turf, still erect,
contemplating the great pile in front of him with the beneficent
satisfaction of inherited proprietorship. She watched him pass through
the front door and disappear. Then she turned around and drew her
husband into the cottage.
"James," she cried, sobbing in his arms, "take me away--please take me
away!"
CHAPTER XXXVI
During those few hours of strenuous, almost fierce work into which
David threw himself after the funeral, he found in a collection of
belated cablegrams which his secretary handed him an explanation of
Letitia's half apology, an explanation, he told himself bitterly, of
her altered demeanour towards him. The old proverb stood justified.
Even this, the wildest of his speculations, had become miraculously
successful. Pluto Oil shares, unsalable at a dollar a few weeks ago,
now stood at eight. Oil had been discovered in extraordinary and
unprecedented quantities. Oil was spurting another great fortune for
him out of the sandy earth. He paused to make a calculation. The
Marquis's forty thousand pounds' worth were worth, at a rough estimate,
three hundred thousand.
"Extraordinary news, this, Jackson," he remarked to the quiet,
sad-faced young man, who had been his right hand since the time of his
first railway deal.
"Most extraordinary," was the quiet reply. "I congratulate you, Mr.
Thain. You do seem to have the knack of turning everything you touch
into gold."
"Do I?" Thain murmured listlessly.
"I took the liberty of investing in a small parcel of shares myself,
just to lock away," the young man continued. "I gave seventy cents for
them."
"Not enough to make you a millionaire, I hope?" Thain asked, with some
bitterness.
"Enough, with my savings, to give me a very comfortable feeling of
independence, sir," Jackson replied. "I have never aspired any further
than that."
Thain returned to his desk. He gave letter after letter, and more than
once his secretary, who had received no previous intimation of his
master's intended departure, glanced at him in mild surprise.
"I presume, as you are returning to the States, sir," he suggested,
"that we must try to cancel the contracts which we have already
concluded for the restoration of this place?"
Thain shook his head.
"Let them go on," he said. "It makes very little difference. I have a
seven years' lease. I may come back again. The letters which I gave
you with a cross you had better take into your own study and type. I
shall be here to sign them when you have finished."
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