“Putting up the reef was a provocation,” Searle told The Daily Beast.
But Searle and other native Gibraltarians say the move to build the reef was about much more than the fishing population.
Afterward, Quadrangle paid a $1.1 million placement fee to a small firm, Searle Co., with which Morris was affiliated.
Searle hastened forward, picked up the crop and, with a particular courtesy that became him, handed it back to the rider.
On entering they found that Mr. Searle was disengaged, and were at once shown into his office.
He took off his hat with mock courtesy to poor Captain Searle, as he passed him.
Searle, although a little pale and nervous, was all life and gaiety.
Mrs. Searle noted the change in her master, and administered her favorite medicine, Fan, with increasing frequency.
Searle stood watching her; the servant, as he passed us, touched his hat.
Mr. Searle eyed his audience a moment gaugingly; he held the balance as to measure his resources.