I really believe that if he knew
I had found thirty thousand for old de la Molle he would cut me off
with a shilling." Here Mr. Quest pricked up his ears. "And he's close,
too," he went on, "so close that it is almost impossible to get
anything out of him. I am not particular, but upon my word I think
that it is rather disgusting to see an old man with one foot in the
grave hanging on to his moneybags as though he expected to float to
heaven on them."
"Yes," said Mr. Quest, "it is a curious thing to think of, but, you
see, money /is/ his heaven."
"By the way," said Edward, as they entered the study, "that's queer
about that fellow Quaritch, isn't it? I never liked the look of him,
with his pious air."
"Very queer, Mr. Cossey," said he, "but do you know, I almost think
that there must be some mistake? I do not believe that Colonel
Quaritch is the man to do things of that sort without a very good
reason. However, nobody can tell, and it is a long while ago."
"A long while ago or not I mean to let him know my opinion of him when
I get back to Boisingham," said Edward viciously. "By Jove! it's
twenty minutes past six, and in this establishment we dine at the
pleasant hour of half-past. Won't you come and wash your hands."
Mr. Quest had a very good dinner, and contrary to his custom drank the
best part of a bottle of old port after it.
Pages:
165
166
167
168
169
170
171
172
173
174
175
176
177
178
179
180
181
182
183
184
185
186
187
188
189