The Hound From The North. Cullum Ridgwell

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “Never mind, old boy, it brought us together, and dollars aren’t likely to trouble us any. But let me get on with my puzzle. ‘Slump in Grey.’ That’s funny, isn’t it? ‘Slump’ certainly has to do with business. I’ve seen ‘Slump’ in the finance columns of the Toronto Globe. And then ‘Grey.’ That’s your name.”

      “I believe so.”

      “Um. Guess I can’t make much of it. Seems to me it must be some business message. I call it real disappointing.”

      “Perhaps not so disappointing as you think, sweetheart,” Grey said thoughtfully.

      “What, do you understand it?” The girl at once became all interest.

      “Yes,” slowly, “I understand it, but I don’t know that I ought to tell you.”

      “Of course you must. I’m just dying of curiosity. Besides,” she went on coaxingly, “we are going to be married, and it wouldn’t be right to have any secrets from me. Dear old Gurridge never lost an opportunity of firing sage maxims at us when I used to go to her school. I think the one to suit this occasion ran something like this–

      ‘Secrets withheld ’twixt man and wife,

      Infallibly end in connubial strife.’

      “She always made her rhymes up as she went along. She’s a sweet old dear, but so funny.”

      But Grey was not heeding the girl’s chatter. His face was serious and his obstinate mouth was tight-shut. He was gazing with introspective eyes at the paper which was now lying in the girl’s lap. Suddenly he leaned further forward and spoke almost in a whisper.

      “Look here, Prue, I want you to listen seriously to what I have to say. I’m not a man given to undue hopefulness. I generally take my own way in things and see it through, whether that way is right or wrong. So far I’ve had some successes and more failures. If I were given to dreaming or repining I should say Fate was dead against me. That last smasher I came in the mountains, when I lost the Government bullion, nearly settled me altogether, but, in spite of it all, I haven’t given up hope yet, and what is more, I anticipate making a big coup shortly which will reinstate me in favour with the heads of my department. My coup is in connection with the notice you have just read out from the ‘Agony’ column.”

      The girl nodded. She was quite serious now. Grey paused, and the ticking of the grandfather’s clock on the other side of the room pounded heavily in the twilight The murmur of the old ladies’ voices occasionally reached the lovers, but it did not interrupt them or divert their attention from their own affairs.

      “That notice,” Grey went on, “has appeared at regular intervals in the paper, and is a message to certain agents from a certain man, to say that certain illicit work has been carried out. I have discovered who this man is and the nature of his work. It does not matter who he is or what the work; in fact, it would be dangerous to mention either, even here; the point is that I have discovered the secret, and I, alone, am going to benefit by my discovery. I am not going to let any one share the reward with me. I want to reinstate myself with the authorities, and so regain my lost position, then no one will be able to say things about my marriage with you.”

      “No one had better say anything against you in my hearing, anyway, Leslie,” the girl put in quickly. “Because I happen to be rich–or shall be–is nothing to do with any one but myself. As far as I can see it will be a blessing. Go on.”

      “No doubt it is as you say, dear,” the man pursued; “but there are plenty of people unkind enough to believe that I am marrying you for your money. However, I am going to get this man red-handed, and, I tell you, it will be the greatest coup of my life.”

      “I hope you will succeed, Leslie,” the girl said, her brown eyes fixed in admiration upon her lover. “Do you know, I never thought you were such a determined fellow,” she added impulsively. “Why, I can almost believe that you’d learn to farm if you took the notion.”

      Grey’s sense of humour was not equal to the occasion, and he took her remark quite seriously.

      “A man must be a fool if he can’t run a farm,” he said roughly.

      “Many folks labour under that mistake,” the girl replied. Then: “Say, when are you going to do this thing?”

      “Strangely enough, the critical moment will come two days after our marriage. Let’s see. This is Monday. We are to be married to-morrow week. That will make it Thursday week.”

      The girl sat herself up on the sofa, and her young face expressed dismay.

      “Right in the middle of our honeymoon. Oh, Leslie!”

      “It can’t be helped, dearest. I shall only be away from you for that afternoon and the night. Think of what it means to me. Everything.”

      “Ah, yes.” She sank back again upon the sofa. There was the faintest glimmer of a smile in the depths of her dark eyes. “I forgot what it meant to you.”

      The unconscious irony of her words fell upon stony ground.

      Prudence Malling was deeply in love with Leslie Grey. How few men fully appreciate the priceless treasure of a good woman’s regard.

      “If I bring this off it means immediate promotion,” Grey went on, in his blindly selfish way. “I must succeed. I hate failure.”

      “They will take you off the border, then,” said the girl musingly. “That will mean–leaving here.”

      “Which also means a big step up.”

      “Of course–it will mean a big step up.”

      The girl sighed. She loved the farm; that home which she had always known. She changed the subject suddenly.

      “It must be nearly tea-time. We are going to have tea early, Leslie, so that we can get through with it comfortably before the people come.”

      “Oh yes, I forgot you are having a ‘Progressive Euchre’ party to-night. What time does it begin? I mean the party.”

      “Seven o’clock. But you are going to stay to tea?”

      Grey glanced up at the yellow face of the grandfather’s clock and shook his head.

      “Afraid not, little girl. I’ve got some work to do in connection with Thursday week. I will drop in about nine o’clock. Who’re coming?”

      “Is it really necessary, this work?” There was a touch of bitterness in Prudence’s voice. But the next moment she went on cheerfully. She would not allow herself to stand in her lover’s way. “The usual people are coming. It will be just our monthly gathering of neighbouring–moss-backs,” with a laugh. “The Turners, the Furrers–Peter Furrers, of course; he still hopes to cut you out–and the girls; old Gleichen and his two sons, Harry and Tim. And the Ganthorns from Rosebank and their cousins the Covills of Lakeville. And–I almost forgot him–mother’s flame, George Iredale of Lonely Ranch.”

      “Is Iredale coming? It’s too bad of you to have him here, Prue. Your mother’s flame–um, I like that. Why, he’s been after you for over three years. It’s not right to ask him when I am here, besides–” Grey broke off abruptly. Darkness hid the angry flush which had spread over his face. The girl knew he was angry. His tone was raised, and there was no mistaking Leslie СКАЧАТЬ