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would happen when his money was spent. They soon found out: he
borrowed. He was so charming that nobody could refuse him. Very often he
turned to George. Once or twice he gave Tom considerable sums so that he
could make a fresh start. On these Tom bought a motor-car and some
jewellery. But when George washed his hands of him, Tom began to
blackmail him. It was not nice for a respectable lawyer to find his brother
shaking cocktails behind the bar of his favourite restaurant or driving a
taxi. So George paid again.
For twenty years Tom gambled, danced, ate in the most expensive
restaurants and dressed beautifully. Though he was forty-six he looked
not more than thirty-five. He had high spirits and incredible charm. Tom
Ramsay knew everyone and everyone knew him. You couldn't help liking
him. Poor George, only a year older than his brother, looked sixty.
He had never taken more than a fortnight's holiday in the year. He was
in his office every morning at nine-thirty and never left it till six. He was
honest and industrious. He had a good wife and four
daughters to whom he
was the best of fathers. His plan was to retire at fifty-five to a little house
in the country. His life was blameless. He was glad that he was growing old
because Tom was growing old, too. He used to say: "It was all well when
Tom was young and good-looking. In four years he'll be fifty. He won't find
life so easy then. I shall have thirty thousand pounds by the time I'm fifty.
We shall see what is really best to work or to be idle."
Poor George! I sympathized with him. I wondered now what else Tom
had done. George was very much upset. I was prepared for the worst. George
could hardly speak. "A few weeks ago," he said, "Tom became engaged to a
woman old enough to be his mother. And now she has died and left him
everything she had: half a million pounds, a yacht, a house in London and a
house in the country. It is not fair, I tell you, it isn't fair!"
I couldn't help it. I burst into laughter as I looked at George's face, I
nearly fell on the floor. George never forgave me. But Tom often asks me
to dinners in his charming house and if he sometimes borrows money from
me, it is simply from force of habit.
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