III
Philip Lombard, summing up the girl opposite in a
mere1 flash of his quick
moving eyes thought to himself:
‘Quite attractive—a bit schoolmistressy perhaps.’
A cool customer, he should imagine—and one who could hold her own
—in love or war. He’d rather like to take her on…
He frowned. No, cut out all that kind of stuff. This was business. He’d got
to keep his mind on the job.
What exactly was up, he wondered? That little Jew had been damned
mysterious.
‘Take it or leave it, Captain Lombard.’
He had said thoughtfully:
‘A hundred guineas, eh?’
He had said it in a casual way as though a hundred guineas was nothing
to him. A hundred guineas when he was
literally2 down to his last square
meal! He had fancied, though, that the little Jew had not been deceived—
that was the damnable part about Jews, you couldn’t deceive them about
money—they knew!
He said in the same casual tone:
‘And you can’t give me any further information?’
Mr Isaac Morris had shaken his little bald head very
positively3.
‘No, Captain Lombard, the matter rests there. It is understood by my cli-
ent that your reputation is that of a good man in a tight place. I am em-
powered to hand you one hundred guineas in return for which you will
travel to Sticklehaven, Devon. The nearest station is Oakbridge, you will
be met there and motored to Sticklehaven where a motor launch will con-
vey you to Soldier Island. There you will hold yourself at the disposal of
my client.’
‘For how long?’
‘Not longer than a week at most.’
Fingering his small moustache, Captain Lombard said:
‘You understand I can’t undertake anything—illegal?’
He had
darted5 a very sharp glance at the other as he had spoken. There
had been a very faint smile on the thick Semitic lips of Mr Morris as he
answered gravely:
‘If anything illegal is proposed, you will, of course, be at perfect liberty
to withdraw.’
Damn the smooth little
brute6, he had smiled! It was as though he knew
very well that in Lombard’s past actions legality had not always been a
sine qua non…
Lombard’s own lips parted in a grin.
By Jove, he’d sailed pretty near the wind once or twice! But he’d always
got away with it! There wasn’t much he drew the line at really…
No, there wasn’t much he’d draw the line at. He fancied that he was go-
ing to enjoy himself at Soldier Island…
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