Therefore it would seem that in abandoning
his business, he had abandoned his chance of Barbara also, which was a
truly dreadful thought.
Well, it was in order that he might see her, that he had agreed to visit
The Court on the morrow, even though it meant a meeting with his late
partners, who were the last people with whom he desired to foregather
again so soon. Then and there he made up his mind that before he bade
Barbara farewell, he would tell her the whole story, so that she might
not misjudge him. After that he would go off somewhere--to Africa
perhaps. Meanwhile he was quite tired out, as tired as though he had
lain a week in the grip of fever. He must eat some food and get to
bed. Sufficient unto the day was the evil thereof, yet on the whole he
blessed the name of Jackson, editor of _The Judge_ and his father's old
friend.
When Alan had left the office Sir Robert turned to Mr. Champers-Haswell
and asked him abruptly, "What the devil does this mean?"
Mr. Haswell looked up at the ceiling and whistled in his own peculiar
fashion, then answered:
"I cannot say for certain, but our young friend's strange conduct seems
to suggest that he has smelt a rat, possibly even that Jackson, the old
beast, has shown him a rat--of a large Turkish breed.
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