Welsh spoke with an air of reflection, which might have been entirely disinterested. “He’d probably commit suicide first,” said Twiddel, “and of course I’d get all the blame.” “He’d probably commit suicide first,” “and of course I’d get all the blame.” “Or homicide,” replied Welsh, “When he would.” “Or homicide,” “When he would.” he he [pg 11] “No, he wouldn’t—that’s the worst of it; I’d be blamed for having my own throat cut.” “No, he wouldn’t—that’s the worst of it; I’d be blamed for having my own throat cut.” “Twiddel,” said his friend, deliberately, “it seems to me you’re a fool.” “Twiddel,” “it seems to me you’re a fool.” “I’m at least alive,” cried Twiddel, warming with sympathy for himself, “which I probably wouldn’t be for long in Mr Essington’s company.” “I’m at least alive,” “which I probably wouldn’t be for long in Mr Essington’s company.” “I don’t blame your nerves, dear boy,” said Welsh, with a smile that showed all his teeth, “only your head. Here are £500 going a-begging. There must be some way——” He paused, deep in reflection. “How would it do,” he remarked in a minute, “if I were to go in your place?” “I
Prev.
Back
Top