The Wicked MarquisOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Wicked Marquis
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"To ask for your lordship's instructions as to the payment of twelve
hundred pounds interest, due to-morrow," Mr. Wadham replied. "We have
eight hundred pounds in hand from Mr. Merridrew. So far from having
any other funds of your lordship's at our disposal, we are, as I have
pointed out, your creditor for a somewhat considerable amount."
The Marquis was leaning back in his chair, the tips of his long,
elegant fingers pressed gently together.
"It appears to me, Mr. Wadham," he said quietly, "that your visit is,
in a sense, an admonitory one. Your firm resents--am I not right?--the
fact that I have found it convenient to help myself to a portion of the
revenue accruing from my estate."
"We should not presume for a moment to take up such an attitude," the
lawyer protested. "On the other hand, the four hundred pounds in
question requires replacement by to-morrow."
"And you find the raising of that sum inconvenient, eh, Mr. Wadham?"
The young man was distinctly ill at ease. His instructions were to be
firm and dignified but by no means to offend; to deliver a formal
protest against this tampering with funds already dedicate, but to do
or say nothing which would give the Marquis any excuse for reprisals
against the firm. Mr. Wadham began to wonder whether perhaps he was a
person of small tact, or whether these instructions were more than
usually difficult to carry out.
"There is no sacrifice, your lordship," he said slowly, "which my firm
would hesitate to make in your interests and the interests of the
Mandeleys estate. At the same time, the unexpected necessity for
finding these sums of money is, I must confess, at times a strain upon
us."
The Marquis nodded sympathetically. He rose to his feet, crossed the
room towards his desk, which he unlocked with a key attached to a gold
chain, and returned with a bundle of scrip in his hand.
"I have here, Mr. Wadham," he announced, "scrip in a very famous oil
company, the face value of the shares being, I believe, a trifle over
forty thousand pounds. I, in fact, paid that price for them at the
beginning of the week."
The young lawyer uncrossed his legs and swallowed hard. He was
prepared for many shocks, but this one seemed outside the region of all
human probability.
"Did I understand your lordship to say that you had paid forty thousand
pounds for them?" he gasped.
The Marquis assented with an equable little nod.
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