FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98  
99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   >>   >|  
you the reporter who brought us the information. Ask him any questions you like. I've perfect confidence in him, and I stand by any statement of his we print. I don't think people realize how careful we are on financial matters--they seem to think that a popular paper will print any sort of _canard_ offhand." There followed Riviere into the next room a tubby rosy-faced little man, brisk and smiling. "Well, sir, what can I do for you?" he rattled off cheerfully. "The financial editor tells me that I'm to preach to you the gospel of the infallibility of the _Chronicle_. What's the particular text you're heaving bricks at?" Jimmy Martin's infectious good-humour brought an answering smile from Riviere. "I'm not casting doubts on the modern-day Bible," he replied. "I'm seeking information. I want to know who told you that Clifford Matheson, my half-brother, is to head the Board of Hudson Bay Transport, Ltd." "I have it straight from the stable--from Lars Larssen." Riviere's face did not move a muscle--he was still smiling pleasantly. "Larssen and I are old pals," continued Martin briskly. "So when he was passing through Paris the other day he 'phoned me to the effect of come and crack a bottle with me, come and let's reminisce together over the good old days. I went; and he gave me the juicy little piece of news you saw in yesterday's rag. We saved up some of it for to-day--have you seen? Clifford Matheson heads the festal board, and the other revellers at the guinea-feast are the Right Hon. Lord St Aubyn, Sir Francis Letchmere, Bart., and G. Lowndes Hawley Carleton-Wingate, M.P. Lars Larssen sits below the salt--to wit, joins the Board after allotment. The capital is to be a cool five million, and if I were a prophet I'd tell you whether they'll get it or not." "Thanks--that's just what I wanted to know." "You withdraw the bricks?" "Unreservedly.... By the way, do you know where my brother is at the moment?" "Vague idea he's in Canada. Don't know where I get it from. Those sort of things are floating in the air." "Where is Larssen?" "He was going on to London--dear old foggy, fried-fishy London! Ever notice that London is ringed around with the smell of fried fish and naphtha of an evening? The City smells of caretakers; and Piccadilly of patchouli; and the West End of petrol; but the smell of fish fried in tenth-rate oil in little side-streets rings them around and bottles them up. In Paris it's w
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   74   75   76   77   78   79   80   81   82   83   84   85   86   87   88   89   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98  
99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

Larssen

 

Riviere

 

London

 

smiling

 

bricks

 

brought

 

information

 
Clifford
 

Martin

 

brother


financial
 

Matheson

 

allotment

 

capital

 
million
 
guinea
 

revellers

 

festal

 

Wingate

 

Carleton


Hawley

 

Lowndes

 

Francis

 

Letchmere

 
smells
 

caretakers

 

Piccadilly

 
patchouli
 

evening

 

naphtha


reporter

 

notice

 

ringed

 

streets

 

bottles

 

petrol

 

wanted

 

withdraw

 
Unreservedly
 

Thanks


moment

 

floating

 

things

 

Canada

 

prophet

 

confidence

 

preach

 

gospel

 
editor
 

statement