Alisa Paige - A Book Sample - Page 5/33

"Yes, sir."

"That is all."

"Thank you, sir."

The great mahogany folding doors slid smoothly together, closing

out the brilliant drawing-room; the door of the butler's pantry

clicked.

Colonel Arran slowly wheeled in his place and surveyed his unbidden

guest:

"Well, sir," he said, "continue."

"I haven't yet begun."

"You are mistaken, Berkley; you have made a very significant

beginning. I was told that you are this kind of a young man."

"I am this kind of a young man. What else have you been told?"

Colonel Arran inspected him through partly closed and heavy eyes;

"I am further informed," he said, that at twenty-four you have

already managed to attain bankruptcy."

"Perfectly correct. What other items have you collected concerning

me?"

"You can retrace your own peregrinations if you care to. I believe

they follow a vicious circle bisecting the semi-fashionable world,

and the--other. Shall we say that the expression, unenviable

notoriety, summarises the reputation you have acquired?"

"Exactly," he said; "both kinds of vice, Colonel Arran--respectable

and disreputable."

"Oh! And am I correct in concluding that, at this hour, you stand

there a financially ruined man--at twenty-four years of age----"

"I do stand here; but I'm going to sit down."

He did so, dropped both elbows on the cloth, and balancing his chin

on the knuckles of his clasped hands, examined the older man with

insolent, unchanging gaze.

"Go on," he said coolly, "what else do you conclude me to be?"

"What else is there to say to you, Berkley? You have evidently

seen my attorneys."

"I have; the fat shyster and the bow-legged one." He reached over,

poured himself a glass of brandy from a decanter, then, with an

unpleasant laugh, set it aside untasted.

"I beg your pardon. I've had a hard day of it. I'm not myself,"

he said with an insolent shrug of excuse. "At eleven o'clock this

morning Illinois Central had fallen three more points, and I had no

further interest in the market. Then one of your brokers--" He

leaned farther forward on the table and stared brightly at the

older man, showing an edge of even teeth, under the receding upper

lip:

"How long have your people been watching me?"

"Long enough to give me what information I required."

"Then you really have had me watched?"