[Birds of Prey by M. E. Braddon]@TWC D-Link bookBirds of Prey CHAPTER II 3/17
On finding that I was really prepared to give him his price, he went to an old-fashioned bureau, and opened one of those secret recesses which cannot for three minutes remain a secret to any investigator possessed of a tolerably accurate eye or a three-foot rule.
From this hiding-place--which he evidently considered a triumph of mechanical art, worthy the cabinet of a D'Argenson or a Fouche--he produced a packet of faded yellow letters, about which there lurked a faint odour of dried rose-leaves and lavender, which seemed the very perfume of the past. When my reverend friend had laid the packet on the table within reach of my hand, and not till then, I gave him the bank-notes.
His fat old fingers closed upon them greedily, and his fishy old eyes were illumined by a faint glimmer which I believe nothing but bank-notes could have kindled in them. After having assured himself that they were genuine acknowledgments of indebtedness on the part of the old lady in Thread-needle-street, and not the base simulacra of Birmingham at five-and-twenty shillings a dozen--thirteen as twelve--Mr.Goodge obligingly consented to sign a simple form of receipt which I had drawn up for the satisfaction of my principal. "I think you said there were forty-odd letters," I remarked, before I proceeded to count the documents in the presence of Mr.Goodge. That gentleman looked at me with an air of astonishment, which, had I not known him to be the most consummate of hypocrites, would have seemed to be simplicity itself. "I said from thirty to forty," he exclaimed; "I never said there were forty-odd letters." I looked at him and he looked at me.
His face told me plainly enough that he was trying to deceive me, and my face told him plainly enough that he had no chance of succeeding in that attempt.
Whether he was keeping back some of the letters with a view to extorting more money from me hereafter, or whether he was keeping them with the idea of making a better bargain with somebody else, I could not tell; but of the main fact I was certain--he had cheated me. I untied the red tape which held the letters together.
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