"Yes, I know." Dick turned back to him, closing the door. "But, taken the
right way, they are still manageable. There is just a chance that we may
keep them in hand if that fellow Ivor Yardley can be induced to see
reason. The rest of the Wilchester crew don't care a damn, but he has
more brains. I'm counting on him."
"How are you going to get hold of him?" questioned Fielding.
"I suppose I must go up to town some week-end. I haven't told Juliet yet.
Unlike the average woman, she seems to have a holy hatred of London and
all its ways. So I presume she will stay behind."
"Perhaps we could get him down here," suggested the squire.
Dick gave him a swift look. "I've thought of that," he said.
"Well?" said Fielding.
Dick hesitated for a moment. "I'm not sure that I want him," he said.
"He and Saltash are friends for one thing. And there are
besides--various reasons."
"You don't like Saltash?" said the squire.
Dick laughed a little. "I don't hate him--though I feel as if I ought to.
He's a queer fish. I don't trust him."
"You're jealous!" said Fielding.
Dick nodded. "Very likely. He has an uncanny attraction for women. I
wanted to kick him the last time we met.
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