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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"

He was at the
Cape, you know, with a firm of surveyors, and he's been offered a
post on the Gold Coast."
"The Gold Coast! How odd! Anywhere near - ?"
"The offer came from the Bekwando Company!"
"Is he going?"
"Yes."
She was full of eager interest. "How extraordinary! He might be
able to make some inquiries for me."
He nodded.
"What there is to be discovered about Mr. Scarlett Trent, he can
find out! But, Ernestine, I want you to understand this! I have
nothing against the man, and although I dislike him heartily, I
think it is madness to associate him in any way with your father's
death."
"You do not know him. I do!"
"I have only told you my opinion," he answered, "it is of no
consequence. I will see with your eyes. He is your enemy and he
shall be my enemy. If there is anything shady in his past out
there, depend upon it Dick will hear of it."
She pushed the wavy hair back from her forehead - her eyes were
bright, and there was a deep flush of colour in her cheeks. But
the man was not to be deceived. He knew that these things were
not for him. It was the accomplice she welcomed and not the man.
"It is a splendid stroke of fortune," she said. "You will write
to Fred to-day, won't you? Don't prejudice him either way.


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