"Meanwhile we've had an admirable expert opinion," said Marchmont.
"Which we believe," added Morewood, "as implicitly as we do in the
excellence of the Alethea Printing Press."
"Hallo, are you in it too?" cried Dick. "You see we're all disciples," he
added to May. She smiled slightly and turned to Jimmy Benyon who was by
her, as though to speak to him; but Morewood's voice cut across her
remark.
"No, I'm not. I'm a sceptic there," he said.
"Oh, well, you don't know anything about it," Dick assured him placidly.
If plain-speaking were the order of the day, the Benyon family could hold
their own.
"I bet he hasn't read the prospectus," said Jimmy.
"Couldn't understand it, if he had," added Dick, after a comforting gulp
of champagne.
"You're really splendid people to be in with," said May, looking
gratefully from one brother to the other. They were so staunch, and alas,
how had they been treated!
For a moment Morewood said nothing; he sat smiling maliciously.
"Shall I give my authority?" he asked. "It won't do you any harm if I do,
because I can't call him to give evidence.
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