Search      Hot    Newest Novel
HOME > Classical Novels > The Gem Collector > CHAPTER VIII.
Font Size:【Large】【Middle】【Small】 Add Bookmark  
CHAPTER VIII.
 "It's a !" thundered Mr. McEachern.  
He stood in the , breathing heavily. It has been shown that the ex-policeman was somewhat to harbor suspicions of those round about him, and at the present moment his mind was aflame. Indeed, a more trusting man might have been excused for feeling a little doubtful as to the intentions of Jimmy and . When McEachern had heard that his stepson had brought home a casual London acquaintance, he had suspected the existence of hidden on the part of the unknown. Spennie, he had told himself, was the sort of youth to whom the professional bunko-steerer would attach himself with shouts of joy. Never, he had assured himself, had there been a softer proposition than his stepson since bunko-steering became a profession.
 
When he found that the strange visitor was Jimmy Pitt, his suspicions had increased a thousandfold.
 
And when, going to his room to get ready for dinner, he had nearly run into Spike Mullins, Red Spike of memory, his frame of mind had been that of a man to whom a sudden ray of light reveals the fact that he is on the very of a black . Jimmy and Spike had been a firm in New York. And here they were, together again, in his house in Shropshire. To say that the thing struck McEachern as is to put the matter baldly. There was once a gentleman who remarked that he a rat and saw it floating in the air. Ex-constable McEachern smelt a of rats, and the air seemed to him congested with them.
 
His first impulse had been to rush to Jimmy's room there and then; but Lady Jane had trained him well. Though the heavens might fall, he must not be late for dinner. So he went and dressed, and an tie put the finishing touches to his .
 
Jimmy regarded him coolly, without moving from the chair in which he had seated himself. Spike, on the other hand, seemed embarrassed. He stood first on one leg and then on the other, as if he were testing the respective merits of each, and would make a definite choice later on.
 
"Ye scoundrels!" McEachern.
 
Spike, who had been for a few moments on his right leg, and seemed at last to have come to a decision, hastily changed to the left, and grinned feebly.
 
"Say, youse won't want me any more, Mr. Chames?" he whispered.
 
"No; you can go, Spike."
 
"Ye stay where y'are, ye red-headed limb."
 
"Run along, Spike!" said Jimmy.
 
The Bowery boy looked doubtfully at the huge form of the ex-policeman, which blocked access to the door.
 
"Would you mind letting my man pass?" said Jimmy.
 
"Ye stay——" began McEachern.
 
Jimmy got up, and walked round him to the door, which he opened. Spike shot out like a rabbit released from a trap. He was not lacking in courage, but he disliked embarrassing interviews, and it struck him that Mr. Chames was the man to handle a situation of this kind. He felt that he himself would only be in the way.
 
"Now we can talk comfortably," said Jimmy, going back to his chair.
 
McEachern's deep-set eyes gleamed, and his forehead grew red; but he mastered his feelings.
 
"An' now," said he, "perhaps ye'll explain!"
 
"What exactly?" asked Jimmy.
 
"What ye're doin' here."
 
"Nothing at the moment."
 
"Ye know what I mane. Why are ye here, you and that red-headed devil?"
 
He jerked his head in the direction of the door.
 
"I am here because I was very invited to come by your stepson."
 
"I know ye."
 
"You have that privilege."
 
"I know ye, I say, and I want to know what ye're here to do."
 
"To do? Well, I shall potter about the garden, don't you know, and smell the roses, and look at the horses, and feed the chickens, and perhaps go for an occasional row on the lake. Nothing more. Oh, yes, I believe they want me to act in these ."
 
"An' I'll tell ye another thing ye'll be wanted to do, and that is to go away from here at wance!"
 
"My dear old sir!"
 
"Ye hear me? At wance."
 
"Couldn't think of it," said Jimmy decidedly. "Not for a moment."
 
"I'll expose ye," stormed McEachern. "I'll expose ye. Will ye deny that ye was a in New York?"
 
"What proofs have you?"
 
"Proofs! Will you deny it?"
 
"No. It's quite true."
 
"I knew it."
 
"But I'm a reformed character, now, Mr. McEachern. I have money of my own. It was left me. I hear you had money left you, too."
 
"I did," said McEachern shortly.
 
"Congratulate you. I'm glad I know, because otherwise I might have formed quite a wrong impression when I came here and found you with money to burn. Quite the old English now, Mr. McEachern, what?"
 
"Ye'll lave the house to-morrow."
 
"All the more reason why we should make the most of this opport............
Join or Log In! You need to log in to continue reading
   
 

Login into Your Account

Email: 
Password: 
  Remember me on this computer.

All The Data From The Network AND User Upload, If Infringement, Please Contact Us To Delete! Contact Us
About Us | Terms of Use | Privacy Policy | Tag List | Recent Search  
©2010-2018 wenovel.com, All Rights Reserved