VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea — John Shaqi
VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the CrimeaMurray, David Christie
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VC — A Chronicle of Castle Barfield and of the Crimea
Murray, David Christie
Fiction
‘’Mph!’ said the General. ‘Be that as it may, as a partner in this
concern, I may conceivably be made liable for two hundred thousand
pounds?’
‘That’s the law, sir.’
‘That being so, I must take this business into my own hands. Until I
am legally advised to a contrary action I shall take no step without
informing you of it. But the thing is too serious to be neglected, and
I have little liking for your way of meeting it, Jervase, though I like
your cousin’s less.’
After this declaration, there was silence for the space of a full
minute, and then James came back, his slight figure absurdly costumed in
his cousin’s clothes, which were too long for him in the arm, too short
in the leg, and too full everywhere.
‘Your cousin and I, Mr. Jervoyce,’ said the General, ‘have arrived at a
partial understanding, and I must make the position clear as between you
and myself. When did you first hear of this accusation?’
‘To-day,’ said James. ‘Never a word until to-day.’
‘When did you hear of this man Light-foot, late of Melbourne, and now in
England?’ James cast a piteously beseeching eye towards Jervase, and
the General held out a hand towards the latter as if to interdict the
speaking of a word. He repeated his question. ‘When did you first hear
of the man Lightfoot, late of Melbourne? Now, come, sir,’ the General
cried, in a voice of command, ‘you are here to answer that question on
your own responsibility. You don’t choose to answer? Now, the story is
that these men have been blackmailing you. Assuming that story to be
true, they have been paid, and it is evident that there must be some
means of discovering the channel through which payments have been made.
Are you prepared to submit to an examination of your books?’
‘I am,’ said John Jervase, ‘willingly, at any moment.’
‘You!’ cried James.
‘And not you?’ said the General. ‘Well, that simplifies matters.’
The wretched James had all but surrendered himself to fate a quarter of
an hour before, and now, seeing that he had betrayed himself, he cast
the case up altogether, and, throwing both arms upon the table, fell
on his knees beside it, dropped his face upon his hands, and began to
whimper.
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