... Jove! Ain't he making the telephone sing!" Mr.
Bundercombe added, turning to me. "I guess I'll ring off!" He put down the
receiver. Once more the accustomed smile was creeping over his face. Mr.
Wymans was looking dazed. The butler had entered the room with the
cocktails.
"Say, Paul," Mr. Bundercombe expostulated, "you didn't really think I was
parting with four thousand pounds to a sloppy gang like that, did you? I
knew a young chap who was very clever at making those notes," he explained
to Mr. Wymans. "I liked him and converted him; and I sent him over to the
States, where he's got a good situation and is working honestly for his
living. This was the remainder of his stock. I had 'em lying in the safe
deposit of the bank, meaning some day to destroy 'em. You've got that
apology all right?"
Mr. Wymans slowly smiled. He raised his glass to his lips.
"You are a very clever man, Mr. Bundercombe!" he said.
CHAPTER XIV--MR. BUNDERCOMBE'S LOVE AFFAIR
Mr. Bundercombe who, notwithstanding his wife's temporary absence in the
country, had not been in the best of spirits for several days, during the
course of our tete-a-tete dinner at Luigi's became suddenly and
unexpectedly animated.
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