"I won't say that I may not
change my mind a little later on, if you are still a buyer. Before I did
anything, however, I should have a few enquiries to make. If this
concludes our business, Mr. Phipps--"
Dredlinton waved a nervous hand towards him.
"One moment, please," he begged, "I have just a few words to say to
Mr. Wingate."
The latter glanced at the clock.
"I hope you will say them as quickly as possible," he enjoined. "I have a
busy morning."
Dredlinton leaned over Phipps' chair. There was a sinister meaning in
his hoarse whisper.
"Leave me alone with him for a moment," he suggested. "Perhaps I may be
able to earn that two thousand pounds."
Phipps rose at once from his chair and made his way towards the door.
"Lord Dredlinton wishes to have a word with you, Mr. Wingate," he said.
"I shall be on the premises, in case by any fortunate chance you should
decide to change your mind."
CHAPTER XV
Dredlinton sank into Phipps' vacated chair and leaned back with his hands
in his trousers pockets. He had the air of a man fortified by a certain
amount of bravado,--stimulated by some evil purpose.
"So you don't want to sell those shares, Mr. Wingate?"
"I have decided not to," was the calm reply.
"Any particular reason?"
"None," Wingate acknowledged, "except that I am not very anxious to have
any business relations with Mr.
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