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en； closing her eyes； 〃'Trust no future； howe'er pleasant。 Let the dead past bury its dead！ Act； act in the living Present； Heart within and God o'erhead！' Thank you so much。 Good afternoon。〃
CHAPTER TEN
At about the time when Sam Marlowe was having the momentous interview with his father； described in the last chapter； Mr。 Rufus Bennett woke from an after…luncheon nap in Mrs。 Hignett's delightful old…world mansion； Windles； in the county of Hampshire。 He had gone to his room after lunch； because there seemed nothing else to do。 It was still raining hard； so that a ramble in the picturesque garden was impossible； and the only alternative to sleep； the society of Mr。 Henry Mortimer； had bee peculiarly distasteful to Mr。 Bennett。
Much has been written of great friendships between man and man； friendships which neither woman can mar nor death destroy。 Rufus Bennett had always believed that his friendship for Mr。 Mortimer was of this order。 They had been boys together in the same small town； and had kept together in after years。 They had been Damon and Pythias； David and Jonathan。 But never till now had they been cooped up together in an English country…house in the middle of a bad patch of English summer weather。 So this afternoon Mr。 Bennett； in order to avoid his life…long friend； had gone to bed。
He awoke now with a start； and a moment later realized what it was that had aroused him。 There was music in the air。 The room was full of it。 It seemed to be ing up through the floor and rolling about in chunks all round his bed。 He blinked the last fragments of sleep out of his system； and became filled with a restless irritability。
He rang the bell violently； and presently there entered a grave； thin； intellectual man who looked like a duke； only more respectable。 This was Webster； Mr。 Bennett's English valet。
〃Is that Mr。 Mortimer？〃 he barked； as the door opened。
〃No； sir。 It is IWebster。〃 Not even the annoyance of being summoned like this from an absorbing game of penny nap in the housekeeper's room had the power to make the valet careless of his grammar。 〃I fancied that I heard your bell ring； sir。〃
〃I wonder you could hear anything with that infernal noise going on；〃 snapped Mr。 Bennett； 〃Is Mr。 Mortimer playing thatthat damned gas…engine in the drawing…room？〃
〃Yes； sir。 Tosti's Goodbye。 A charming air； sir。〃
〃Charming air be！ Tell him to stop it。〃
〃Very good； sir。〃
The valet withdrew like a duke leaving the royal presence； not actually walking backwards； but giving the impression of doing so。 Mr。 Bennett lay in bed and fumed。 Presently the valet returned。 The music still continued to roll about the room。
〃I am sorry to have to inform you； sir；〃 said Webster； 〃that Mr。 Mortimer declines to accede to your request。〃
〃Oh； he said that； did he！〃
〃That is the gist of his remarks； sir。〃
〃Did you tell him I was trying to get to sleep？〃
〃Yes； sir。 I understood him to reply that he should worry and get a pain in the neck。〃
〃Go down again and say that I insist on his stopping the thing。 It's an outrage。〃
〃Very good； sir。〃
In a few minutes； Webster； like the dove despatched from the Ark； was back again。
〃I fear my mission has been fruitless； sir。 Mr。 Mortimer appears adamant on the point at issue。〃
〃You gave him my message？〃
〃Verbatim； sir。 In reply Mr。 Mortimer desired me to tell you that； if you did not like it； you could do the other thing。 I quote the exact words； sir。〃
〃He did； did he？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Very good！ Webster！〃
〃Sir？〃
〃When is the next train to London？〃
〃I will ascertain； sir。 Cook； I believe has a time…table。〃
〃Go and see； then。 I want to know。 And send Miss Wilhelmina to me；〃
〃Very good； sir。〃
Somewhat consoled by the thought that he was taking definite action； Mr。 Bennett lay back and waited for Billie。
〃I want you to go to London；〃 he said； when she appeared。
〃To London？ Why？〃
〃I'll tell you why；〃 said Mr。 Bennett vehemently。 〃Because of that pest Mortimer。 I must have legal advice。 I want you to go and see Sir Mallaby Marlowe。 Here's his address。 Tell him the whole story。 Tell him that this man is annoying me in every possible way and ask if he can't be stopped。 If you can't see Sir Mallaby himself； see someone else in the firm。 Go up to…night； so that you can see him first thing in the morning。 You can stop the night at the Savoy。 I've sent Webster to look out a train。〃
〃There's a splendid train in about an hour。 I'll take that。〃
〃It's giving you a lot of trouble；〃 said Mr。 Bennett with belated consideration。
〃Oh no！〃 said Billie。 〃I'm only too glad to be able to do something for you； father dear。 This noise is a terrible nuisance； isn't it。〃
〃You're a good girl；〃 said Mr。 Bennett。
CHAPTER ELEVEN
〃That's right！〃 said Sir Mallaby Marlowe。 〃Work while you're young； Sam； work while you're young。〃 He regarded his son's bent head with affectionate approval。 〃What's the book to…day？〃
〃Widgery on Nisi prius Evidence；〃 said Sam； without looking up。
〃Capital！〃 said Sir Mallaby。 〃Highly improving and as interesting as a novelsome novels。 There's a splendid bit on； I think； page two hundred and fifty…four where the hero finds out all about Copyhold and Customary Estates。 It's a wonderfully powerful situation。 It appearsbut I won't spoil it for you。 Mind you don't skip to see how it all es out in the end！〃 Sir Mallaby suspended conversation while he addressed an imaginary ball with the mashie which he had taken out of his golf…bag。 For this was the day when he went down to Walton Heath for his weekly foursome with three old friends。 His tubby form was clad in tweed of a violent nature； with knickerbockers and stockings。 〃Sam！〃
〃Well？〃
〃Sam； a man at the club showed me a new grip the other day。 Instead of overlapping the little finger of the right hand 。。。 Oh； by the way； Sam。〃
〃Yes？〃
〃I should lock up the office to…day if I were you； or anxious clients will be ing in and asking for advice； and you'll find yourself in difficulties。 I shall be gone； and Peters is away on his holiday。 You'd better lock the outer door。〃
〃All right；〃 said Sam absently。 He was finding Widgery stiff reading。 He had just got to the bit about Raptu Haeredis； which； as of course you know； is a writ for taking away an heir holding insocage。
Sir Mallaby looked at his watch。
〃Well； I'll have to be going。 See you later； Sam。〃
〃Good…bye。〃
Sir Mallaby went out； and Sam； placing both elbows on the desk and twining his fingers in his hair； returned with a frown of concentration to his grappling with Widgery。 For perhaps ten minutes the struggle was an even one； then gradually Widgery got the upper hand。 Sam's mind； numbed by constant batterings against the stony ramparts of legal phraseology； weakened； faltered； and dropped away； and a moment later his thoughts； as so often happened when he was alone； darted off and began to circle round the image of Billie Bennett。
Since they had last met； Sam had told himself perhaps a hundred times that he cared nothing about Billie； that she had gone out of his life and was dead to him； but unfortunately he did not believe it。 A man takes a deal of convincing on a point like this； and Sam had never succeeded in convincing himself for more than two minutes at a time。 It was useless to pretend that he did not still love Billie more than ever； because he knew he did； and now； as the truth swept over him for the hundred and first time； he groaned hollowly and gave himself up to the gray despair which is the almost inseparable panion of young men in his position。
So engrossed was he in his meditation that he did not hear the light footstep in the outer office； and it was only when it was followed by a tap on the door of the inner office that he awoke with a start to the fact that clients were in his midst。 He wished that he had taken his father's advice and locked up the office。 Probably this was some frightful bore who wanted to make his infernal will or something； and Sam had neither the ability nor the inclination to assist him。
Was it too late to escape？ Perhaps if he did not answer the knock； the blighter might think there was nobody at home。 But suppose he opened the door and peeped in？ A spasm of Napoleonic strategy seized Sam。 He dropped silently to the floor and concealed himself under the desk。 Napoleon was always doing that sort of thing。
There was another tap。 Then； as he had anticipated； the door opened； Sam； crouched like a hare in its form； held his breath。 It seemed to him that he was going to bring this delicate operation off with success。 He felt he had acted just as Napoleon would have done in a similar crisis。 And so； no doubt； he had to a certain extent； only Napoleon would have seen to it that his boots and about eighteen inches of trousered legs were not sticking out； plainly visible to all who entered。
〃Good morning；〃 said a voice。
Sam thrilled from the top of his head to the soles of his feet。 It was the voice which had been ringing in his ears through all his waking hours。
〃Are you busy； Mr。 Marlowe？〃 asked Billie； addressing the boots。
Sam wriggled out from under the desk like a disconcerted tortoise。
〃Dropped my pen；〃 he m