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Have you noticed any satisfactory results, sir? Its working. On Saturday night she looked at me five times. Shes a delightful girl, Wilson. Nice, quiet girlnot the usual sort. I met her first at a lunch at Oddys. Shes the last girl on the O.P. side. Im sure youd like her, Wilson. I have every confidence in your taste, sir. Youll see her for yourself this evening. Dont let the fellow at the stage-door put you off. Slip him half a crown or a couple of quid or something, and say you must see her personally. Are you a close observer, Wilson? I think so, sir. Because I want you to notice particularly how she takes it. See that she reads the note in your presence. Ive taken a good deal of trouble over that note, Wilson. Its a good note. Well expressed. Watch her face while shes reading it. Very good, sir. Excuse me, sir. Eh? I had almost forgotten to mention it. Mr. Galloway rang up on the telephone shortly before you came in. What! Is he in England? Mr. Galloway was in the habit of taking occasional trips to Great Britain to confer with the general manager of his London branch. Rollo had grown accustomed to receiving no notice of these visits. He arrived two days ago on the Baltic, sir. He left a message that he was in London for a week, and would be glad if you would dine with him to-morrow at his club. Rollo nodded. On these occasions it was his practice to hold himself unreservedly at Mr. Galloways disposal. The latters invitations were royal commands. Rollo was glad that the visit had happened now. In another two weeks it might have been disastrous to the schedule. The club to which the Braces King belonged was a richly but gloomily furnished building in Pall Mall, a place of soft carpets, shaded lights, and whispers. Grave, elderly men moved noiselessly to and fro, or sat in meditative silence in deep arm-chairs. Sometimes the visitor felt that he was in a cathedral, sometimes in a Turkish bath; while now and then there was a suggestion of the waiting-room of a more than usually prosperous dentist. It was magnificent, but not exhilarating. Rollo was shown into the smoking-room, where his uncle received him. There was a good deal of Mr. Andrew Galloway. Grief, gnawing at his heart, had not sagged his ample waistcoat, which preceded him as he moved in much the same manner as Birnam Woods preceded the army of Macduff. A well- nourished hand crept round the corner of the edifice and enveloped Rollos in a powerful grip. Ah, my boy! bellowed Mr. Galloway cheerfully. His voice was always loud. Glad youve come. It would be absurd to say that Rollo looked at his uncle keenly. He was not capable of looking keenly at anyone. But certainly a puzzled expression came into his face. Whether it was the heartiness of the others handshake or the unusual cheeriness of his voice, he could not say; but something gave him the impression that a curious change had come over the Braces King. When they had met before during the last few years Mr. Galloway had been practically sixteen stone five of blood and ironone of those |
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