J. S. Fletcher

J. S. Fletcher

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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Copper Box — Chapter 8 (1923)

There was gold in those days!—plenty of it—and Parslewe had a fist full. He held it out to Madrasia.
“Go and buy a toothbrush!” he said. “You know the town—go and do a bit of shopping. Better get all you want—didn’t I say we might be two nights? Go and amuse yourself, my dear, and leave mysteries alone. There are no mysteries—to me, anyway.” He thrust the money into her hands, stood smilingly by while she put on her furs, and when she had gone, turned to me with a laugh.
“Trust a woman for making the most of a mystery, Craye!” he said. “If there isn’t one she’ll invent one.”
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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Copper Box — Chapter 8 (1923)

Then he waved her off, and we went away, Madrasia mildly excited at the thought of the play, and I feeling uncommonly anxious and depressed. For the possibilities of the situation which might arise at midnight were not pleasant to contemplate, and the more I thought about them the less I liked them. It was useless to deny that Parslewe was a strange, even an eccentric man, who would do things in his own fashion, and I was sufficiently learned in the ways of the world, young as I was, to know that such men run into danger.
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Portrait of J. S. Fletcher J. S. Fletcher The Copper Box — Chapter 8 (1923)

I have business to-night which, I hope, will illuminate me as to if anything was in the box or has been abstracted from it since—by Weeds—and I want you to do two or three things for me, chiefly in the way of looking after Madrasia. We’ll dine early, to begin with. Then you can take her to the play—here are the tickets while I remember them. When you come back, you’ll find a bit of supper in that private sitting-room. Before you go, I shall tell Madrasia that I may be very late in coming in, so after supper she’ll go to bed. Now comes in a job for you!
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