Blogs and book

And then it dawned upon Fyne that this was just it. The great
smash, in the great dust of vanishing millions! Was it possible that
they all had vanished to the last penny? Wasn't there, somewhere,
something palpable; some fragment of the fabric left?
"That's it," had exclaimed Fyne, startling his wife by this explosive
unseating of his lips less than half an hour after the departure of de
Barral's cousin with de Barral's daughter. It was still in the dining-
room, very near the time for him to go forth affronting the elements in
order to put in another day's work in his country's service. All he
could say at the moment in elucidation of this breakdown from his usual
placid solemnity was:
"The fellow imagines that de Barral has got some plunder put away
somewhere."
This being the theory arrived at by Fyne, his comment on it was that a
good many bankrupts had been known to have taken such a precaution. It
was possible in de Barral's case. Fyne went so far in his display of
cynical pessimism as to say that it was extremely probable.
He explained at length to Mrs.


Pages:
253 254 255 256 257 258 259 260 261 262 263 264 265 266 267 268 269 270 271 272 273 274 275 276 277