Pretty Miss Smith

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1891 edition. Excerpt: ... Well, what do you think of it all?" "It doesn't much matter what I think, until I think I know what scoundrel is at the bottom of this," answered Mr. Ibbetson quietly. Then he got up as if to go. Mr. Marshall rose too, evidently excited. "Do you mean to take any steps? " "Yes. One of us must go down and stay at the house; that will put a stop to this hankypanky. And as you are so busy, I suppose it must be I." Mr. Marshall looked disturbed and glanced at Tom. I thought he felt his son's misdemeanours would stand a poor chance of concealment under that cynical pair of eyes. " You had better let me go down," he said in a desperate sort of tone. " There's a woman to be faced and questioned, and you'd come off badly in that part of the business." "Perhaps I should," returned the other with a grimace of distaste. "But can you go at once? The girl's a fool, but that's no reason why we should let a knave profit by her folly. The matter must be looked into immediately." "I will go down to-night," said Mr. Marshall, to my great relief. " It's an awful sacrifice of my time to get away ust now; but I feel so guilty at my share in neglecting her, that I shall go, whatever it costs." I jumped up from my chair with an exclamation of oy. "You'll come to-night, really to-night?" I asked eagerly. "Really tonight," said Mr. Marshall decidedly. "And now, my dear, you must be off; for I have a lot of work to do before I can get away." He shook me warmly by both hands, and I went out of the office nearly as sorry for him as for Tom, who ran down the stairs after...


Genre: Literary Fiction