Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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quid, and I kept them up religiously until the sixth payment fell due.
That was soon after Christmas, when one's always hard up, and for the first time I was a day or two late--not more, mind you; yet what do you suppose happened? My cheque was returned, and the whole blessed balance demanded on the nail!" Raffles was following intently, with that complete concentration which was a signal force in his equipment. His face no longer changed at anything he heard; it was as strenuously attentive as that of any judge upon the bench. Never had I clearer vision of the man he might have been but for the kink in his nature which had made him what he was. "The promissory note was for four-fifty-six," said he, "and this sudden demand was for the lot less the hundred you had paid?" "That's it." "What did you do?" I asked, not to seem behind Raffles in my grasp of the case. "Told them to take my instalment or go to blazes for the rest!" "And they?" "Absolutely drop the whole thing until this very week, and then come down on me for--what do you suppose?" "Getting on for a thousand," said Raffles after a moment's thought. "Nonsense!" I cried. Garland looked astonished too. |
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