that extrication seemed impossible. "I know! But it is a promise that I
can't fulfil. I won't be your tool any longer. Gad! I won't. Don't you
hear me?"
"You must!" declared Weirmarsh, bending forward and looking straight into
his eyes.
"I will not!" shouted Sir Hugh, his eyes flashing with quick anger.
"Anything but that."
"Why?"
"My efforts in that direction had tragic results on the last occasion."
"Ah!" laughed Weirmarsh. "I see you are superstitious--or something. I
did not expect that of you."
"I am not superstitious, Weirmarsh. I only refuse to do what you want. If
I gave it to you, it would mean--no I won't--I tell you I won't!"
"Bah! You are growing sentimental!"
"No--I am growing wise. My eyes are at last opened to the dastardly
methods of you and your infernal friends. Hear me, once and for all; I
refuse to assist you further; and, moreover, I defy you!"
The doctor was silent for a moment, contemplating the ruby on his finger.
Then, rising slowly from his chair, he said: "Ah! you do not fully
realise what your refusal may cost you."
"Cost what it may, Weirmarsh, I ask you to leave my house at once," said
the general, scarlet with anger and beside himself with remorse. "And I
shall give orders that you are not again to be admitted here."
"Very good!" laughed the other, with a sinister grin. "You will very soon
be seeking me in my surgery."
"We shall see," replied Sir Hugh, with a shrug of his shoulders, as the
other strode out of his room.
CHAPTER XXII
CONCERNING THE BELLAIRS AFFAIR
WHAT Walter Fetherston had feared had happened. The two men had
quarrelled! Throughout the whole of that evening he watched the doctor's
movements.
In any other country but our dear old hood-winked England, Fetherston, in
the ordinary course, would have been the recipient of high honours from
the Sovereign. But he was a writer, and not a financier. He could not
afford to subscribe to the party funds, a course suggested by the
flat-footed old Lady G----, who was the tout of Government Whips.
Walter preferred to preserve his independence. He had seen and known much
during the war, and, disgusted, he preferred to adopt the Canadian
Government's decree and remain without "honours."
His pet phrase was: "The extent of a Party's dishonours is known by the
honours it bestows. Scraps of ribbon, 'X.Y.Z.' or O.B.E. behind one's
name can neither make the gentleman nor create the lady."
His se
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