"You're a good fellow, Radmore; I wouldn't
do it, only--only--"
"I know," said Radmore coolly. "I quite realise it isn't for yourself. I
suppose it's to oblige a pal. You needn't tell me anything more about it.
As a matter of fact I meant to ask you whether you'd take a present from
me of just that sum. I don't suppose you know how I feel about you all.
George and I were just like brothers. He'd have given me anything."
"No, no! I want this to be a business transaction, Godfrey." He said the
words just a little fiercely.
"So it shall be--if you want it that way. I'll go and get my cheque book
now."
When he came back, the cheque made out in his hand, he said thoughtfully,
"I hope your friend hasn't got into the sort of scrape which means that
one has to pay money of a--well, of a blackmailing sort? There's no end
to _that_, you know."
Jack Tosswill looked surprised. "Good Heavens, no! He's only being rushed
over a bill--legal proceedings threatened--you know the sort of thing?"
"I've made out the cheque to self and endorsed it," observed Radmore.
"Thanks awfully. You _are_ a good sort. I am far more grateful than I can
say, far more than--than--if it was only for myself--"
He stopped abruptly, and there was an awkward pause.
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