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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Malefactor"

I have only known what fear was once in my life. I
am afraid now. I am afraid of Wingrave. I have a fancy that he does
not mean any good to us."
Barrington frowned and threw his cigarette into the fire with a little
jerk.
"Nonsense!" he exclaimed. "The man's not quite so bad as that. We've
been useful to him. We've done exactly what he asked. The other
matter's dead and buried. We don't want his money, but it is perfectly
easy for him to help us make a little."
She looked up at him quietly.
"I think, Lumley, that it is dangerous!" she said.
"Then you're not the clever woman I take you for," he answered,
turning to leave the room. "Just as you please. Only it will be that
or the bankruptcy court before long!"
Lady Ruth lay quite still, looking into the fire. When her maid came,
she moved on tiptoe for it seemed to her that her mistress slept. But
Lady Ruth was wide awake though the thoughts which were flitting
through her brain had, perhaps, some kinship to the land of dreams.

JULIET ASKS QUESTIONS
"Any place," the girl exclaimed as she entered, "more unlike a
solicitor's office, I never saw! Flowers outside and flowers on your
desk, Mr. Pengarth! Don't you have to apologize to your clients for
your surroundings? There's absolutely nothing, except the brass plate
outside, to show that this isn't an old-fashioned farmhouse, stuck
down in the middle of a village. Fuchsias in the window sill, too!"
He placed a chair for her, and laid down the deed which he had been
examining, with a little sigh of relief.


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