In Sight of St. Paul's — page 64: what you’re looking at

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A CRUSHING BLOW. o9 This was far from being the case, however, with Gridston. His passion for Cynthia had increased, if anything, and the evident favor she had shown of late to young Harrv Chichester had driven him mad with rage and jealousy. He knew the Panther too well to venture beyond an occasional remonstrance, but he had determined that Harry, with whom he took care, however, to re- main on good terms, should be made to suffer. His plans had been well laid, and followed out with a Mephistophelean shrewdness, and now the night of Harry’s birthday, Gridston felt that the time © had come to strike, and that his revenge was near at hand. To explain just how he hoped to bring about Harry’s disgrace, it will be well for us to listen toa conversation which took place earlier in the evening in a retired nook of the conservatory between himself and another of the guests, one whom he had asked permission to bring with him. This latter was a man of about forty, with a very bald head, and straggling side-whiskers of a sandy hue, and shifty, pale-blue eyes. He was correctly enough garbed in evening dress, but there was an unmistakable air about him which pewayed that he was anything but a gentleman. ‘“Have you brought the bills, Treacher’ >?” asked (E(0) Gomicbooks