Red Money, Fergus Hume [10 ebook reader .txt] 📗

 

"Oh,  It Can't Be True--It Can't Be True," She Cried. "Noel,  Pinch Me,

For I Must Be Dreaming."

 

"It Is True,  As The Will Gives You To Understand," Said The Lawyer,

Smiling In His Dry Way,  "And If I May Be Permitted To Say So,  Lady

Garvington,  Never Was Money More Rightfully Inherited. You Surrendered

Everything For The Sake Of True Love,  And It Is Only Just That You

Should Be Rewarded. If Mrs. Stanley Had Lived She Intended To Keep Five

Or Six Thousand For Herself So That She Could Transport Certain Gypsies

To America,  But She Would Undoubtedly Have Made A Deed Of Gift Of The

Rest Of The Property. Oh,  What A Very Fortunate Thing It Was That She

Made This Will," Cried Jarwin,  Genuinely Moved At The Thought Of The

Possible Loss Of The Millions,  "For Her Unforeseen Death Would Have

Spoiled Everything If I Had Not The Forethought To Suggest The

Testament."

 

"It Is To You We Owe Our Good Fortune."

 

"To Mrs. Gentilla Stanley--And To Me Partially. I Only Ask For My Reward

That You Will Continue To Allow Me To See After The Property. The Fees,"

Added Jarwin With His Dry Cough,  "Will Be Considerable."

 

"You Can Rob Us If You Like," Said Noel,  Slapping Him On The Back.

"Well,  To Say That I Am Glad Is To Speak Weakly. I Am Overjoyed. With

This Money We Can Restore The Fortunes Of The Family Again."

 

"They Will Be Placed Higher Than They Have Ever Been Before," Cried

Agnes With A Shining Face. "Two Millions. Oh,  What A Lot Of Good We Can

Do."

 

"To Yourselves?" Inquired Jarwin Dryly.

 

"And To Others Also," Said Lambert Gravely. "God Has Been So Good To Us

That We Must Be Good To Others."

 

"Then Be Good To Me,  Lord Garvington," Said The Solicitor,  Putting Away

The Will In His Bag,  "For I Am Dying Of Hunger. A Little Luncheon--"

 

"A Very Big One."

 

"I Am No Great Eater," Said Jarwin,  And Walked Toward The Door,  "A Wash

And Brush-Up And A Plate Of Soup Will Satisfy Me. And I Will Say Again

What I Said Before To Both Of You,  That You Thoroughly Deserve Your Good

Fortune. Lord Garvington,  You Are The Luckier Of The Two,  As You Have A

Wife Who Is Far Above Rubies,  And--And--Dear Me,  I Am Talking Romance.

So Foolish At My Age. To Think--Well--Well,  I Am Extremely Hungry,  So

Don't Let Luncheon Be Long Before It Appears," And With A Croaking Laugh

At His Jokes The Lawyer Disappeared.

 

Left Alone The Fortunate Couple Fell Into One Another's Arms. It Seemed

Incredible That The Past Storm Should Have Been Succeeded By So

Wonderful A Calm. They Had Been Tested By Adversity,  And They Had Proved

Themselves To Be Of Sterling Metal. Before Them The Future Stretched In

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A Long,  Smooth Road Under Sunny Blue Skies,  And Behind Them The Black

Clouds,  Out Of Which They Had Emerged,  Were Dispersing Into Thin Air.

Evil Passes,  Good Endures.

 

"Two Millions!" Sighed Agnes Joyfully.

 

"Of Red Money," Remarked Her Husband.

 

"Why Do You Call It That?"

 

"Mother Cockleshell--Bless Her!--Called It So Because It Was Tainted

With Blood. But We Must Cleanse The Stains,  Agnes,  By Using Much Of It

To Help All That Are In Trouble. God Has Been Good In Settling Our

Affairs In This Way,  But He Has Given Me A Better Gift Than The Money."

 

"What Is That?" Asked Lady Garvington Softly.

 

"The Love Of My Dear Wife," Said The Happiest Of Men To The Happiest Of

Women.

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Publication Date: 05-20-2014

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