The Wicked MarquisOppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
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The Wicked Marquis
Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips)
Detective and mystery stories; Fiction
"For the first time," she exclaimed, as she accepted them, "I realise
what it must be to be a millionaire! I have never seen such a box of
chocolates in my life. Do you mind going over to the grocer's and
letting him see me with you?" she went on. "It will be so good for our
credit, and his is just one of the accounts we have to leave for a
little time. Were you ever poor, Mr. Thain?"
"Poor, but not, alas! romantically so," he confessed. "To be the real
thing, I ought to have earned my first few pounds, oughtn't I? You
see, I didn't. I was educated by relatives, and when a great chance
came my way I was able to take advantage of it. An uncle advanced me a
thousand pounds, upon one condition."
"Had you to make him a partner?" she asked, in the intervals of giving
a small order at the grocer's.
He shook his head.
"No," he answered gravely, "it wasn't a financial condition. In a way
it was something more difficult."
She looked at him curiously.
"Whatever it was," she said, "if you promised, I am quite sure that you
would keep your word."
They motored homewards and David was for a few minutes unexpectedly
thoughtful. He deliberately approached Broomleys from the back, but
even then it was impossible to avoid a distant view of the cottage. He
looked towards it grimly.
"Conditions are stern things," he sighed.
"Haven't you kept that one yet?" she asked.
"The time is only just coming," he told her.
She looked up at him pleadingly.
"Don't bother about it now, please," she begged. "This is such a
delightful day. And whatever you do, you mustn't let it interfere with
your eating three cutlets."
CHAPTER XX
Borden's car came to a standstill in the avenue, and Marcia looked
across the strip of green turf towards the cottage with a queer little
thrill of remembrance.
"You are sure you won't mind waiting?" she asked, as she sprang down.
"If there is any fatted calf about, I'll call you in."
Borden showed her his pockets, bulging with newspapers.
"I shall be perfectly content here," he said, "however long you may be.
I shall back the car on to the turf and read."
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