He came back prepared for the approaching climax. In such matters he was a
human barometer. The affairs of the family in whose interests he had
become so suddenly involved were rapidly reaching an acute stage.
Something must happen soon, and that something would probably have
tremendous and far-reaching consequences.
Capella and his companions, known and unknown, would reach London at 7.30
p.m. It pleased Brett to time his homeward journey so that he would speed
in the same direction, but arrive before them.
In these trivial matters he owned to a boyish enthusiasm. It stimulated
him to "beat the other man," even if he only called upon the London,
Brighton, and South Coast line to conquer a weak opponent like the
South-Eastern.
At his flat were several letters and telegrams. Mrs. Capella wrote:
"I have seriously considered your last words to me. It is hard for
a woman, the victim of circumstances, and deprived of her
husband's support at a most trying and critical period, to know
how to act for the best. You said you wished your hands to be left
unfettered. Well, be it so. You will encounter no hindrance from
me. I pray for your success, and can only hope that in bringing
happiness to others you will secure peace for me."
"Poor woman!" he murmured. "She still trusts to chance to save her.
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